ねじ式 – SILT feat.小春六花 歌詞 ( Lyrics)

灰色になったまんま 歩いて行くんだ
汚れたポケットに宝石を詰めて

傷を濡らした雨避けるように
疲れた靴引きずって
前向きばっか賞賛された世界を
横目で舌打ちしてた

時が奪った情熱を
「大人になった」なんて言って
完璧な朝など何処にもないのに

砂の楽園を　濡れた手で創れ
泥にまみれた指先で指す未来
砂埃の中　閉じた瞼には
貴方の背中だけ焼き付いている
砂漠に描いた夢は蜃気楼じゃない

傷を抉った思い出ばかりが
身体を蝕んでいく
前書きばっか書いた未完結のストーリーを
横目で眺めてるだけ

星が詰まった感情を
「大人気ない」と嗤っては
諦めててばかりじゃ 何処にもいけない
臆病な愚か者のままでいい

砂時計の砂が墜ちるその日まで
どれほどの空 掴めるか 問いかけてみる
錆びた唇を噛み締めるほどに
遠く霞んでた夢も現実になる
痛み背負った道は蜃気楼じゃない

誠実と卑怯が混ざる世界
「そんなもんだよ」って頭では解ってるよ
裏切りに怯え 動けなくなる前に
手を差し伸べて 一緒に足掻きたい
貴方と

砂の楽園を　濡れた手で創れ
泥にまみれた指先で指す未来
砂埃の中　閉じた瞼には
貴方の背中だけ焼き付いている
砂漠に描いた夢は蜃気楼じゃない

haiiro ni naxtu ta manma aru i te i ku n da
yogo re ta poketto ni houseki wo tu me te

kizu wo nu rasi ta ame sa keru you ni
tuka re ta kutu hi kizuxtu te
maemu ki bakka syousan sa re ta sekai wo
yokome de sitau ti si te ta

zi ga uba xtu ta zyounetu wo
「 otona ni naxtu ta 」 nante i xtu te
kanpeki na asa nado doko ni mo nai noni

suna no rakuen wo 　 nu re ta te de tuku re
doro ni mamire ta yubisaki de sa su mirai
sunabokori no naka 　 to zi ta mabuta ni ha
anata no senaka dake ya ki tu i te iru
sabaku ni ega i ta yume ha kaiyagura zya nai

kizu wo egu xtu ta omo i de bakari ga
sintai wo musiba n de iku
maega ki bakka ka i ta mi kanketu no suto-ri- wo
yoko me de naga me teru dake

hosi ga tu maxtu ta kanzyou wo
「 otonage nai 」 to wara xtu te ha
akira me te te bakari zya doko ni mo ike nai
okubyou na oro ka mono no mama de ii

sunadokei no suna ga o tiru sono hi made
dorehodo no sora tuka meru ka to ikake te miru
sa bi ta kutibiru wo ka mi si meru hodo ni
too ku kasu n de ta yume mo gen mi ni naru
ita mi seo xtu ta miti ha kaiyagura zya nai

seizitu to hikyou ga ma zaru sekai
「 sonna mon da yo 」 tte atama de ha waka xtu teru yo
uragi ri ni obi e ugo ke naku naru mae ni
te wo sa si no be te issyo ni aga ki tai
anata to

suna no rakuen wo 　 nu re ta te de tuku re
doro ni mamire ta yubisaki de sa su mirai
sunabokori no naka 　 to zi ta mabuta ni ha
anata no senaka dake ya ki tu i te iru
sabaku ni ega i ta yume ha kaiyagura zya nai

Just walk over there in gray
Stuff a dirty pocket with jewels.

Avoid the rain that wets the wound.
Drag tired shoes
Let a world that is only praised as positive
Look askance.

Enthusiasm to take away time.
Say "grown up"
Obviously there is no perfect morning anywhere.

Create a paradise of sand with wet hands
Pointing to the future with muddy fingertips
In the closed eyelids in the dust
Only branded on your back.
Dreams painted in the desert are not a mirage.

Full of memories of digging wounds
Erode the body
Put an unfinished story with only a preface
Just look askance.

Fill the feelings with stars
Clearly say "unwelcome"
If you just give up, you can't go anywhere
Just stay a timid idiot.

Until the day when the sand in the hourglass falls.
Ask how much space you can catch.
Bite one's rusty lips
Misty dreams will also come true.
The road with pain is not a mirage.

A world of honesty and meanness
I knew in my head, "So that's it."
Before being too scared to move by betrayal
Want to reach out and scratch together
with you

Create a paradise of sand with wet hands
Pointing to the future with muddy fingertips
In the closed eyelids in the dust
Only branded on your back.
Dreams painted in the desert are not a mirage.