Don't say anything

Good bye

Don't go anywhere

Want to do it

The future

It's boring

Want to go anywhere

Want to set out

Want to go anywhere

Morning Paper

Can it be delivered to the world's end?

The group carries the dream of the world

It never breaks up

You people choose the painful ways

Choosing things that you never want to know

Paper Samurai

Tha strain crossing over the fountain of winter

You have only to become sad

Raise that right hand and that left hand