LOWPOPLTD - NEVERENOUGH

いつかはバンドがしてみたかった
僕らはいつも吃音と絶句なんだ
疲れても想像で音楽が鳴った
きみは力なく笑ってた

友達のギターが鳴ってるよ　悲しみを突き放したように
淡くまだ何か燃えてるよ　これだけは忘れずにいてよ
きみのギターが鳴ってるよ　薄れゆくものを抱くように
死に耐えていながら燃えてるよ　どこかで夜が更けてくよ

夏が来るときはいつも茜空と夕立がしのび寄るよりもずっとずっと早く
きみと抱きあった時の光　忘れないよ
言葉にできるものはあるのか　ずっとそれだけを想ってた
結局何ひとつ言えることなんてなかった
それでもペン先は尖ってく　新しく初々しく
未だ見ぬ季節を描くために走る
想い出を削るような死の夏はまた来る
たとえこれが造花に水をやるような生活でも祈る手はそこで切り取られるのを待ってる　もう行こう灰皿を戻してさ
明日は　まだ始まってすらいないんだ

[eng]

I always wanted to be in a band someday
Although what we always did was stuttering and then breaking off
Even when we were burned out
there were music heard in our own mind
And you were there, smiling helplessly

I can hear my friend’s guitar,
as if he's thrusting off his own grief
See, there’s still something burning faintly
so wouldn't you ever forget all of this
I can still hear the sound of your guitar,
like you're holding onto something fading away
It's burning, it's dying, while somewhere the night is passing away

When the summer comes, it'll always be so much faster than these rosey sky or the sudden shower will catch us.
No, I'll never forget the glow of light when you held me in your arms.
Is there anything I can put into words? This had been all I could ever think of.
And in the end, no words could explain all of this.
Even so, the tip of my pencil is now sharpened, revived and fresh evermore.
All it rushes to portray a season we haven't seen yet.
The summer of death will come here again, and they'll eat our memories away.
Even if this is the days just like watering fake plastic flowers though,
the praying hands are there waiting to be framed.
Let's go now, will you put the ashtray back.
Becuz tomorrow hasn't even started yet.


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