binteeji no denimu o haite kaaten o aketara sotto

amai rinen ni dakare kaaten o maku you na
Wrapped in curtains I still feel the morning sound
Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy

Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away

biggu ben ni akari ga miete miagetara sore wa ookiku

tsutsumikonde kono machi mo atatakai
Big ben it’s gotta light so tenderly and this city is warm as it’s supposed to be
Listening to coldplay on the northern line

Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy

Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away

tsumetai kaze ni　hokorimamire no
Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away

TRANSLATION

I’m wearing vintage denim when daylight softly hits the curtains
It seems like it’s all wound up, caught by sweet linens
Wrapped in curtains I still feel the morning sound
Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy






When I look up, I can see the light of Big Ben – it’s just so huge
All bundled up, this city too is warm
Big ben it’s gotta light so tenderly and this city is warm as it’s supposed to be
Listening to coldplay on the northern line









In the cold wind, covered with dust
Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away