THYME

Even though my feet get wet from a dirty spray, I was frantic to escape from you
Fingertips connected by the cafe window, friends don't do those kinds of things do they?

Even though in my head a scene where I counterattack by throwing water, like in a drama, plays out

Where did the stolen piece of my love go to? How many times do you plan to use it?
How many does she make now? Oh, 1 and 2 and 3 and...5?
Patience was my selling point; My weak point compromising, and I have a habit of glamorizing
Looking into your eyes, you've got to give me a fair trial

When I grasped a hold of your cold hand, the ring that I set with you hurt me
Did you think that our future is waiting for us
On the other side of the show window? Hey...

Which one of us is wrong? I pretended to resolve things
By always blaming it on myself

Motives, my place to hide is in my dreams; There's no way I'd notice in the traces of tears
How many times is that today? Oh, 1 and 2 and 3 and...5?
Having a good attitude was my selling point; My weak point was that I collected masks
Looking into your eyes, you've got to give me a final trial

Even though in my head I was battered by the rain and crying, like in a drama, up until yesterday

Where did the stolen piece of my love go to? How many times do you plan to use it?
How many do I make now? Oh, 1 and 2 and 3 and...5?
Motives, I don't need a place to hide anymore because running is foul play
Today is the last time; Oh, 1 and 2 and 3 and...fine!
Let me hear them one last time, these words that are written on the ring
If it was the truth, then that's fine; I can say good-bye!
I'm going to deliver my judgment now: It's unanimous that it's your loss
Looking straight into your eyes, you've got to give me a final trial