Pacing, Facing, Racing.

There goes my faith, swinging by the cherry tree
I rest my eyes, 
I need some sleep.


Slow wins the race, but I'm always rushing
Somedays I try, 
and others just pass on by
A Mountain of looks so high, 
that I must climb. 

You're calm in chaos,
 without warning
A face in the crowd, that knows my name
Pages and shapes, and everyone's just watching me
 I could be so blind.

So please know 
I waited for you
And please be by my side
I'll make a move if you swear to catch me
I look to the sky. 



がんばれにっぽん