Cactus and Mirage
I can't stand not having thorns;
I want to be just a little distant
Pouring in harsh words,
I tried to pop those future balloons in advance...
And yet...
It's not as if I fell in love;
I only picked up love that had fallen
In that white room without a speck of dust,
yes, only one thing had fallen...
You smile,
and reach out your skinny arms
You draw out "if"s,
and tell them to me
You're a mirage,
like some impossible dream
Lying on a desert bed,
and when the sun goes down,
you're gone, you're gone,
you're gone, you're gone...
you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Before I met you,
my white clothes were stained;
thanks to red, red lies,
I came to hate that word
And when I thought I had forgotten
that little four-letter word,
my body had filled with thorns,
my body was used to thorns
And it was very, very comforting,
enough to make my tears stop
When I had even forgotten that word,
and my cheeks had dried up...
In this cruelly-scorching world,
I no longer need warmth
Or so I thought...
Hey...
Don't touch me!
It makes me remember...
Light red all over your fingertips,
you gladly lick it off
You smile,
and reach out your skinny arms
And those "if"s that will never come,
you just keep on telling to me
You're a mirage,
like some impossible dream
Lying on a desert bed,
and when the sun goes down,
you're gone, you're gone, you're gone...
Oh...
I remember it all...
These thorns...
Though they let me forget until now...
Oh...
I never told you...
That word...
I never would tell you that word...
Ah...
Now I've remembered it,
and it's all your fault
Across the distance,
I'll now tell you
its name...
That little four-letter word,
which I had once forgotten,
and now,
the name of this feeling...
Love.
Cactus and Mirage