During the Years - Motorama

Second week in a bed

My hands are pieces of marble

I spoke to lady on a bridge

But she was singing: tari-da-da-da

Oh please leave me alone, I have plans for the future

Single lady with a wounded soul

Why are you wearing this black colored collar?

We’ve been sharing one saddle for several years

But I still don’t know where we are going

We’ve been sharing one saddle for several years, my love

But I still don’t know where we are going

Back to the start of the way

It doesn’t seem so unusual

Back to the start of the way

To our childhood rooms

Moon is so close to the top of the wave

Close to the roof of the lighthouse

Moon is a spectator of our weird scenes

Of our weird love

We’ve been sharing one saddle for several years

But I still don’t know where we are going

We’ve been sharing one saddle for several years, my love

But I still don’t know where we are going