Lyrics: Yabuki Toshiro
Music: Kitajima Kenji

12. it’s in the bag

You about ready? A stiff question
Because you won’t even say one joke
It won’t fill with just love, dim the light

The convenient desire yearning in us
I can’t help laughing, the world is too bright

I’m tied up with taking it upon myself
The melancholy, it’s negligible
You knew my tiring imagination, right?
That’s a tall lover in the frame
You’re being too serious, ‘so you can’t fight city hall’
A faint passion burns, it’s in the bag

You’re in the way, a gloomy fate
Because there’s no way there is a deadline,
I can’t even say it, take your time

Even then I want to grasp it, that beautiful petal
A colour I lust for a little, various ways of living

Let’s talk it all out, since I’m impatient
What’s going on in the bottom of my heart? Why
You knew my meaningless behaviour, right?
The deal go sour, when I grasped
And touched it, ‘everything worked like a charm’
A story I won’t ask for, it’s not too good like that

I’m tied up with taking it upon myself
The melancholy, it’s negligible
You knew my tiring imagination, right?
That’s a tall lover in the frame
You’re being too serious, ‘so you can’t fight city hall’
A faint passion burns, it’s in the bag