The light on the leaves At the end of the street From where it all started From where you will leave When it's funeral moon It feels like you break These pills make you hurt more But your head makes you ache Feel the breeze through The half opened window Singing at 2 am Feel the memories blend through These spirits of shinto Let them do their dance And when the sun will rise Your evening skies will fade And as the rain will fall Your wooden legs will break Feel the breeze through The half opened window Singing at 2 am Feel the memories blend through These spirits of shinto Let them do their dance