Bump of Chicken - “Karma”
A glass ball was dropped, another dropped as I chased it.
In one spot of sunshine, only one left.
When our hearts start to beat, we reluctantly keep territories.
And continue to protect them from being taken away.
My hands look tainted even though I kept them clean.
And before I question my memories, my memories question me.
We will definitely meet, with the same vibration as our sign.
I’m here, and will always call out for you.
When we both fell for the same reason,
we’ll understand the meaning of our existence.
As long as we exist, we have no choice but to take up spaces.
In one spot of sunshine, it’s a bit crowded for two.
A glass ball was dropped. When it fell, something broke out.
And we bathed in sunshine while we fought for it.
We realized those we counted, mean nothing but merely numbers.
The thing we must understand, is somewhere between 1 and 0.
We will meet for the first time, with the same cry as our sign.
Please don’t forget, I will always call out for you.
When we are both burried for the same reason,
promise will be made.
We are one another’s mirror that
reflects our karma.
While our tainted hands touch each other,
and feel their silhouette.
You are here, because I can feel you.
In one spot of sunshine, we share spaces.
Please do not forget, I will always call out for you from inside of the glass ball.
Yes, we will finally meet, when the cross is built above the reasons.
Our promise will be complete,
and we will become one.
