Sitting on the street, watching people come and go
Beautiful people in a cold summer
Nobody seems to know what is above our heads
And nobody seems to care what is below our feet
The Tokyo sky is beggining to cry
Nobody can't hear what it says
Just tears wash the ground
Walking in the city, on a cold morning
The sky was always there,
but something has changed
The Tokyo sky is beggining to cry
Nobody can't tell what it means
We're all just powerless humans
There's almost nothing that we can do
No use in claiming who and what's to blame
Just tears wash away our sins
Can you hear me crying
The skies of Tokyo
The sea of India
The forest of Europe
How can they care for us
when we're just careless passengers
