Don't say anything Good bye Don't go anywhere Want to do it The future It's boring Want to go anywhere Want to set out Want to go anywhere Morning Paper Can it be delivered to the world's end? The group carries the dream of the world It never breaks up You people choose the painful ways Choosing things that you never want to know Paper Samurai Tha strain crossing over the fountain of winter You have only to become sad Raise that right hand and that left hand