Tokyo Witch

In a dark wintry Tokyo
In the mahjong parlour he waits
Severed past running through his hands
Glory comes to the one who waits

In the hallways they're lying there
In the red blossom of the days
In your arms there is nothing left
Who you are is run away

My whole life
Is a mystery
That I can't break

Our aims
Is a Calvary
Of our mistakes

I would love to heal you now

In a dark wintry Tokyo
In the mahjong parlours they wait
Severed past weaving through their hands
Glory comes to the ones that wait

In the art of the arm
Red blossom of the days

All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
All I want to believe
Is that I am better
Round and round
All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
Round and round