Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Negai, artist - Zoology.
Date of issue: 12.01.2017
Song language: English
Negai |
Out on a whim |
In a crystalline shine |
We’re taking a swim |
Through the rivers of our minds |
In a fallible season |
Could be a close call |
But that’s not a reason |
The wind won’t break your fall |
Cause I can show you to the sun |
Got a ticket to oblivion |
In a forest, an adventure |
but don’t you worry there’s no pressure |
Cause we can take another way |
A detour into outer space |
Out of the blue and to the moon |
On a rocket over blessed horizon |
Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away |
Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, |
We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to |
Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it |
Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away |
Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, |
We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to |
Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it |
We’re taking a trip |
To a colourful place |
With a million stars |
Yeah, all that you could wish on |
And we can erase |
all our little mistakes |
start again and paint, |
a brand new constellation |
Cause I can take your rain away |
Throw it up and let it ricochet |
Give it up into the zephyr |
And don’t you worry there’s no pressure |
Cause we can take another way |
a detour into outer space |
out of the blue and to the moon, |
on a rocket over blessed horizon, |
Yeah I can take your rain away |
Throw it up and let it ricochet |
Give it up into the zephyr |
So don’t you worry there’s no pressure |
Cause we can take another way |
a detour into outer space |
out of the blue and to the moon |
on a rocket over blessed horizon |
Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away |
Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, |
We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to |
Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it |
Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away |
Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, |
We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to |
Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it |