Aitowa

Even if the nuclear plant blows up, even if a kid blows himself up,
We’ll be right there talking about love.

They say the end is near, but since tomorrow’s supposed to be sunny,
I guess that’s alright, so I set my alarm.

Such are our days.

My love feels like it could be seen right through,
It’s a pretty shaky sight, you know.

Reluctantly, I wrap myself in a red cloak,
Just skirting the edge of what love really means.

Going back and forth, feeling a bit lost,
I cautiously look around, taking it all in.

Even if gunshots ring out, even if a girl screams,
We’ll be right there pledging our love.

They say the end is near, but it’s finally Friday,
So I guess that’s alright, as we intertwine our fingers, that’s our love.

Still, can I believe it’s okay?
We’re just riding the waves of lies and mistakes.

Still, can I laugh about it?
When you smiled because of something I did,

Your tears are filled to the brim,
And your smile, why is it so beautiful?

Drenched in waves of pain that far exceed my limits,
Yet I still laugh, that’s just how it goes.

Even if the nuclear plant blows up, even if a kid blows himself up,
We’ll be right there talking about love.

If they say the end is near, I’ll hold on even tighter,
If tomorrow’s supposed to be sunny, let’s head out in our favorite clothes.

A tragic joke, memories piling up like daydreams,
With an impossible face, tomorrow looks back at us,
But still, let’s hold hands.

Let’s take the next breath.

Even if the nuclear plant blows up, even if a kid blows himself up,
We’ll be right there talking about love.