BUTTERSAND - Homecomings (ホームカミングス)

Lyrics by：福富優樹

Composed by：福富優樹

The orange light reflected by the raindrops out of reach of the wipers

Looks like twinkling illumination in a dark room

Music from the stereo is

Right the kind you would expect for such scene

Red lamps and the slow slope in front of my eyes

Make me feel tired rather than sappy

I am surprisingly sober

Yesterday morning I left half of the butter sandwich on the table and went out

A clever but tricky way to cover the pent on the white wall

The time is getting flutter and further away

I have somehow

Been thinking about us thoroughly

The laundry has piled up in the washing machine

She may go to the launder later

That white room with little stuff in

Is covered with laundry still warm

Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there

Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in

And if failed to finish it tonight

Maybe she's never going to open it again

Just like an unfinished script

In which the characters

Instead of living on till infinity

Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy

Realizing that the cars behind me are getting closer

I stopped wondering and focused back on the road

Sipped some cold coffee and

Decided to get a warm drink

Looking at the shop signs

The laundry has piled up in the washing machine

She may go to the launder later

That white room with little stuff in

Is covered with laundry still warm

Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there

Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in

And if failed to finish it tonight

Maybe she's never going to open it again

Just like an unfinished script

In which the characters Instead of living on till infinity

Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy

The laundry has piled up in the washing machine

She may go to the launder later

That white room with little stuff in

Is covered with laundry still warm

Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there

Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in

And if failed to finish it tonight

Maybe she's never going to open it again

Just like an unfinished script

In which the characters

Instead of living on till infinity

Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy