Sitting on the street, watching people come and go
Beautiful people in a cold summer
Nobody seems to know what is above our heads
And nobody seems to care what is below our feet

The Tokyo sky is beggining to cry
Nobody can't hear what it says
Just tears wash the ground

Walking in the city, on a cold morning
The sky was always there,
but something has changed

The Tokyo sky is beggining to cry
Nobody can't tell what it means

We're all just powerless humans
There's almost nothing that we can do
No use in claiming who and what's to blame
Just tears wash away our sins

Can you hear me crying

The skies of Tokyo
The sea of India
The forest of Europe
How can they care for us
when we're just careless passengers