Home (feat. Carlotta Romano)

Narrow streets in Suginami, Tokyo
Where I go, every summer and winter
To the place where my mother grew up

Little treats from the shop down the river
Sour plums dipped in syrup, my grandpa and
I would get, laughing as we made our way back up

No matter where I go
I know that this is my home

I speak the same language and see eye to eye
I walk down these streets that call my name
Memories at every turn I take
So why do I feel so alone?
When this should feel like home

Looking out from the engawa feeling the breeze
As I breathe, the smell of homemade recipes
Embrace me at the place where my father grew up

Take the route alongside the wide empty roads
Past Ayukawa bridge, my grandma and
I would go, strolling and singing the days were looking up

No matter where I go
I know that this is my home

I speak the same language and see eye to eye
I walk down these streets that call my name
Memories at every turn I take
So why do I feel so alone?
When this should feel like home

I try to sing the same song
But the melody never sounds
Right, I don't know why
I feel lost in the city that holds so much familiarity
Is this where I am meant to be?
If I can't let myself be free?
So please forgive me when I say
This isn't my home

I speak the same language and see eye to eye
I walk down these streets that call my name
But I can't help feeling alone
I'm sorry but this isn't home