Lyric

You make irregular call to me It’s always out of blue

I pick it up even if middle of week

You’re barging in to my room, looking cross and saying nothing

And the light’s just get turned down

I know this kind of nights don’t always know where it’s going

Just ending up shutting the hole in my soul

I feeling ashamed of myself little excited

Trying to hide it,  I just bite my nail

A Porsche now drives away

I see that streaming in is the light

Your face is black and white

Tell me who you’re thinking bout?

It goes round and round and round

Ain’t no tomorrow shining down on me

I paint in black all of memories out

Bind up the clock hands overlapped

And lock you deep into the night

Forget about sunrise never to return

The world’s got hollow I focus in

Bind up the clock hands overlapped

Dive into this stuck world with you

In the refrigerator’s orange light

A sparkling cup of Wilkinson

Then im blinded by a silence

Well it makes me feel like crying now

Don’t you leave the hollow warmth do you?

I know yourself better than you guess

Just can’t tell my feeling to this little piece of time on my right hand

Im looking into the dark

It was like a mirror of myself

My face is black and white

Tell me what I’m thinking bout?

It goes round and round and round and round and round

Now I got the feeling

For a moment Your eyes caught my eyes

I waver in my mind

Only to take a breath and my stupid words away

The orange light leaking out from a refrigerator

Every night the Wilkinson  I’m only to cater to myself

It makes me a hater, cannot face it later

‘Cause the devil’s getting greater and greater, I know

I’m in the place of black and white

One day I hope it’s gonna be alright

It’s a toughest life in the roughest dream

We can look at each other lit by the sunbeam

Maybe I’m falling into the bottom of golden slumber

You and I vaguely share a laugh

Led astray by a momentary dream

What is gonna waiting for me in bottom of golden slumber

The regret awaken by Turing over

Finally I feel the sent shakes it outta sleep

Ain’t no tomorrow shining down on me

I paint in black all of memories out

Bind up the clock hands overlapped

And lock you deep into the night

If moonlight is too dazzling for me

Smoke of cigarette would be a cloud

Bind up the clock hands overlapped

Dive into this stuck world with you