Vintage Denim - Rie Fu

Amai rinen ni dakare kaaten o maku you na

Wrapped in curtains I still feel the morning sound

Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy

Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near

Tired of saviours that are not real

In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away

Biggu ben ni akari ga miete miagetara sore wa ookiku

Tsutsumikonde kono machi mo atatakai

Big ben it’s gotta light so tenderly and this city is warm as it’s supposed to

be

Listening to coldplay on the northern line

Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy

Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near

Tired of saviours that are not real

In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away

Tsumetai kaze ni hokorimamire no

Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near

Tired of saviours that are not real

In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away