I have little words to tell you. It is hard to say, it feels so vain. You can barely pay your rent. Your life will start to fall apart someday. A reason for a cry as you're mixing the angel's dust. My affection is running out. My diving rope will never reach out to you and you're drowning like an anchor. Sailing on the rough sky I can't make it to the moon Save us from the crying star. You hold me down This is just a fairy tale for the hottest summer ever in my life. A smoky sigh filling under blanket, but you don't know the ”unpleasance”. Can't you feel the sun? Can't you feel? The world keeps spinning around You blame it on the seasick. I was trying to fly out from inside of you, but you hold me like an anchor. Sailing on the rough sky I can't make it to the moon Save us from the dying star. You hold me down