A closed door The most incredible thing of all is that I kept seeing the world as something normal and predictable. I thought that in just a matter of days this hysteria would end and the people in the streets made me belitre it, I was very wrong.
Pause and move on And look back for a moment to see what you left behind
Walk-up coffee shop
I only managed to stop at the old roadside cafeteria, and with each sip of coffee
I kept thinking and thinking about my destination
Surprises along the way. A tobacconist's shop lost somewhere in Tokyo
Where is your chaos? Sometimes it just disappears... even though it's there.
You're lost In your world exactly
Coincidences? The world finds a way to find us
I got lost in your alleyways Where I hope to return someday
I wander through my suburban corners Singing those tangos of yesteryear.
