Sunday morning, grab the guitar
On the Shinkansen, passin’ whole city
White hoodie with wide pants that you liked
Oh singing birds hang around
we may take out some coffee
we don’t know but why
Look, trees on the sea
White birds are singing
Everything’s making it over for overcome
Come over here
You know that’s here
Knock the door, see the real, it’s right here
Look, I am here
and the sky’s on your side
Oh, so please come to the window,
please come to the window
I am here
‘cause you might come
I might put some vids of
‘Back number’ especially the ‘Christmas Song’
You’ve always loved this song but why
Did the black bird howl?
Look, trees on the sea
White birds are singing
Everything’s making it over for overcome
Come over here
You know that’s here
Knock the door, see the real, it’s right here
I’ve just got off the train with an old radio
Here in Niigata, just like you said
All covered in snow and all covered in calm
That words have always been with you
Those must have always been with you
So please come to the window
to see our old stories
Look, we were here
All of the things were on your side
Oh, so just come to the window
So just come to the window
I am here
‘cause you might come
