Running through town is the sound of the clock tower's bell. If the fog has cleared, try to open the window.
A shadow stretches over the stone pavement The sound of footsteps called love...
* You can't hide it. My eyes can see tiny little things You can't hide it. In due time, a happy end will land in your mailbox A story that fell from the sky
Gazing at something are your black eyes. Transcribing something is your green heart.
Because, under this vast sky you're flying off to somewhere...
Get your voice heard to me Just for this dream you had this morning Get your dream heard to me At the same old café table A story that fell from the sky
Running through town is the sound of the clock tower's bell. If the fog has cleared, try to open the window.
A shadow stretches over the stone pavement The sound of footsteps called love...
* You can't hide it. My eyes can see tiny little things You can't hide it. In due time, a happy end will land in your mailbox A story that fell from the sky
Gazing at something are your black eyes. Transcribing something is your green heart.
Because, under this vast sky you're flying off to somewhere...
Get your voice heard to me Just for this dream you had this morning Get your dream heard to me At the same old café table A story that fell from the sky