Come down Get off your insipid clown love Soon before, ashes of wall through the swarms of the flu, all comes to you Blanc Sun Song that should’ve given to all of us Drink up the water under the graveyard That count the moons to bring our all hopes to the will Come and get off your insipid crown-tied love Sit inside and I’m walking to be filled with just haze to breath you in Oh, what we’re seeing is something about our lord did not complain You were by my side till someone walked into me Blanc Sun Song Blank Sun Song