The papermoon climbs up the starry sky above Gotham city
Let's pretend to be orphans, Molly
Did you really think Jews had horns in the forehead?
Samurais eat Sushi, not geisha
It's quiet tonight - not a steam sound of the difference engines
But they say Sam wants to start a war again
He wants back the audienc rate in the prime time
While the searchlight's trajectory exceeds the speed of lihgt
Enamel clouds sailing across the nightsky in the Japanese style
Molly, UV will be not so intense tomorrow, bismillah!
Now so close to each other, two of us walking a brick road
I don't think our snail's pace is because of the ether
Here comes a slow Garshwin...
Tho' the kindhearted is the sorrowful
All the sorrowful is not the kindhearted, Molly
Glass Molly, innocent Molly
I wanna cherish you, Molly, but my hands are steel-made
If I hold you tight, you'll be crushed
Glaring vehicle threading its way thru flimsy babels
A cockle reaches the shore covered in mist
Lest our love vanish into tangled ducts
Lest a world catastrophe be shown in a want ad
And lest you be shattered into pieces, Molly
Let us strip off our masks
Show it to Tim, Theo and Terry
The landscape in the mist is warm as if in a negative film