It's the usual way, a distant way,
by now, I've had enough of these days
Not like I can go anywhere now,
yet I dream - sweet dreams...
It's always like this for us,
getting sick of these stupid nights
Tomorrow we'll go dance again;
so to go meet it - goodbye...
My walking's wound me up here;
is it paradise, or what?
By now, I don't know anymore...
The result of a quarter-century,
a blue-faced superstar,
starving and waiting...
I'm a loser, at any rate,
so it's fine if I howl, right?
Once again, once again,
at any rate, it's just our voices
I'm a loser;
the voice I've heard for a long time,
the voice I once hid in my pocket...
As if I care about this or that;
promising skies are cloudy ones
See the skyscrapers through the window,
shining like rubbish...
Stopping or changing is for past people;
no point in raising a middle finger
Now I'm studying how to stand up,
with a cheerful expression...
A dancing idiot, a watching idiot,
we're the idiots who laugh from the sidelines
Major self-consciousness wears on us,
filed down, all that's left is sour grapes
Hold your knees, it won't do a thing
See, with these long bangs, I can't see a thing
Makes you laugh, makes you seethe,
then vanish with a poof, that's the cycle
If you want to be loved, go ahead and say so;
if you're just thinking it, nobody'll know
Eternal ladies, turn the other way;
heaven's far off in the distance
Yeah, I know, I know,
I'm an underdog, tumbling deep down
But I want to go far away, doesn't matter where;
that's all...
Listen close; in the distance,
don't miss that sound that just rang out
Calm your breath...
We're bound to meet it someday,
a neon light colored gold
Gotta grab on, and don't let go...
I'm a loser;
if I've got nothing, it doesn't matter, right?
I'll sing, I'll swing around before I go;
okay, goodbye
I'm a loser;
still wishing for "surely someday,"
I head further and further into overtime...
If you want to be loved, go ahead and say so...
If you're just thinking it, nobody'll know...
Eternal ladies, turn the other way...
Heaven's far off in the distance...
Let's just do a dance around here...
Let's tumble around until the dawn comes...
If you can hear this, gimme a shout...
I'm a loser, at any rate,
so it's fine if I howl, right?
Once again, once again,
at any rate, it's just our voices
I'm a loser;
the voice I've heard for a long time,
the voice I once hid in my pocket...
Let's just do a dance around here...
Let's tumble around until the dawn comes...
If you can hear this, gimme a shout...