Merry Christmas Mr. Slow
Being stuck in between yesterday and today
Time lost in the clamor at the midnight of the holiday
For Christ's sake, as we become old but we never become any good
The simplest kiss is the kindest invasion when in search of the square moon
Having an itinerary makes life seems impossible to complete
So don't try finding symbols in everything you see
Now I just want to have a dream I will never forget
Because I can no longer spell the wishes in the alphabet
Expecting the morning as the next scenario for me
To look out of the window, smell the gravity in the rain to agree with
Seems each little drop whispers a very same line of After School
It says "Not in love, not enough."
Eventually the promise may be biting the bones and muscles
May be piercing and sucking the wasted body after the dance for such long
When my existence evaporates into the air, all the answer will meaninglessly be gone alone
Then why not dare to become a genuine shooting star in behalf of Mr. Slow?
