Racing beyond the islands of desire and time
Chasing the rising tide, I am
All we need is guns and mortar, gasoline and a stick of butter
Now, everyone's asking why we don't look back, foreigners
Now, everyone's asking why we do not talk like foreigners
Now, everyone's asking why we don't look back, foreigners
Now everyone's asking why we up and left for
Racing beyond the islands of desire and time
Now everyone is asking why we do not walk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not talk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not walk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not talk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not walk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not talk like them
Everyone is asking why we do not walk like them
[Background Spoken-Word in Japanese]
Racing beyond the islands of desire and time
I am the operator of the marmelade sky