In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Mahjong parlour he waits
Severed pasts thrumming through his hands
Glory comes to the one who waits
In the hallways they're lying there
In the red blossom of the daze
In your arms there is nothing left
Well you'll only wait
My whole life
Is a mystery
That I can't bear
Oh rings
That are Calvary
Of our mistakes
I would love to heal you now
In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Mahjong parlours they wait
Severed pasts sweeping through their hands
Glory comes to the ones that wait
In the hall of the yang
Red blossom of the daze
All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
All I want to believe
Is that I am better
Round and round
All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
Round and round