Wavering Kind (Words/Music) Hiroyuki Miyahira
Copyright 2004/2006
To confide to me how you worry about your own good affair
You appear in front of me with a dissatisfied face
I turn the pages of the dictionary I've seen so rare
and I let you have an answer or two properly in your own case
The intimacy is chilled
It's been obvious for you and me
But I can't deny the fact that would be
I feel like being dragged round and round around by you
While we give and take some words not so stepping in deeper
You take some glances uneasily at your watch
Though I do you no harm and you know it's in my fine manner
You let me have an excuse or two and disappear in your first notch
The past we shared is gone
It's been cleared up for you and me
But I can't deny the fact that would be
I feel like being drawn out my hidden memories by you
Even the same things as others'
We had thought them good and peculiar
Even if we got accustomed to
We had thought them still better
You may find me having a fever
It's plaguing me with what you know so well
And I may find you having a pleasure
It's working on you sound as a bell
The more I determine to stop
the more this sways me true
The more I set my mind numbed
the more this pierces me through
The more I think I can't stand it
the more my feet cling to the ground
The more I waver on you
the more my head swims all around