Bloom
なんだかキャビの匂いがしてるガレージで
nan da ka kyabi no nioi ga shiteru gareeji de
まともじゃない夢ばかり見てた
matomo janai yume bakari miteta
もう少し眠っていたいな
mou sukoshi nemutteitai na
ジャリがカラカラだった道端にある
jari ga karakara datta michibata ni aru
に、さんころがるゴミが見えてる
ni, san korogaru gomi ga mieteru
あれが今は美しく見えたそれだけさ
are ga ima wa utsukushiku mieta sore dake sa
どうでもいい話だった
dou demo ii hanashi datta
まあひねくれてるねってだけさ
maa hinekureteru ne tte dake sa
生産もしないままただ
seisan mo shinai mama tada
わがままな振りをして
wagamama na furi wo shite
あの頃僕らって上手に話せていたかな
ano koro bokura tte jouzu ni hanashi dekiteita ka na
芽吹くような君の髪色がなんだろうと
mebuku you na kimi no kamiiro ga nan darou to
夕暮れになれば日に染まっていく、茜色だな
yuugure ni nareba hi ni somatte iku, akaneiro da na
消えない心があるならば
kienai kokoro ga aru naraba
錆びのついちまった四弦のフレットさ
sabi no tsuichimatta yongen no furetto sa
ビッグマフでごまかせるかい
biggu mafu de gomakaseru kai?
なんだか嫌になればなるほど言えなくなる
nan da ka iya ni nareba naru hodo ienaku naru
言葉じゃない毒ばかり来てらー
kotoba janai doku bakari kiteraa
そんな顔でこっち見ないで
sonna kao de kocchi minaide
風ああカラカラ吹いた
kaze aa karakara fuita
君の髪色がなんだろうと
kimi no kamiiro ga nan darou to
雪が降ったならくらい白に隠れていくよ
yuki ga futta nara kurai shiro ni kakurete iku yo
消えない痛みがあるならば
kienai itami ga aru naraba
土のついちまった導系の思い出さ
tsuchi no tsuichimatta doukei no omoide sa
そのファズでオクターブギターを弾け
sono fazu de okutaabu gitaa wo hike!
君の髪色がなんだろうと
kimi no kamiiro ga nan darou to
月が照らすなら鈍い青が纏うのだろう
tsuki ga terasu nara nibui ao ga matou no darou
美しい歪みがあるならば
utsukushii hizumi ga aru naraba
聴かせてくれ
kikasete kure
芽吹くような
mebuku you na
君の髪色がなんだろうと
kimi no kamiiro ga nan darou to
このステージからはどこに行っても見つけるだろう
kono suteeji kara wa doko ni ittemo mitsukeru darou
消えない心があるならば
kienai kokoro ga aru naraba
錆びのついちまった四弦のフレットさ
sabi no tsuichimatta yongen no furetto sa
ビッグマフでごまかせるかい?
biagu mafu de gomakaseru kai?
Bloom
Somehow, in the garage, I can smell the scent of tobacco
I was only dreaming of things that weren't quite right
I wish I could sleep a little longer
On the dusty roadside
I can see some rolling trash
It just looked beautiful now, that's all
It was a story that didn't matter
Well, I'm just being stubborn
Not producing anything
Acting selfishly
I wonder if back then, we were good at talking to each other
What color is your hair, like a budding flower?
It gets dyed by the sun at dusk, it's a madder red
If there's an everlasting heart
The frets of the rusty four strings
Can they be covered up with a Big Muff?
The more I get fed up, the less I can say
Only poisonous words come out
Don't look at me like that
The dry wind blows
What color is your hair, if it's snowing
It will hide in white
If there's an enduring pain
Remember the lead memories with soil on them
Play the octave guitar with that fuzz
What color is your hair, if the moon shines
It will be wrapped in a dull blue
If there's a beautiful distortion
Let me hear it
Like a budding flower
What color is your hair
No matter where you go from this stage, you'll find it
If there's an everlasting heart
The frets of the rusty four strings
Can they be covered up with a Big Muff?