ねじ式 – モンタージュ 歌詞 ( Lyrics)

造花の言葉で愛してよ　乾いた砂漠みたいにさ
枯れることない花束だけ　ずっと欲しかったの

ちぐはぐな想い　気づかずにいる
アタシはいつも似てないモンタージュ

誰かにも　なれない　フライデイ　ゆめうつつ
錆びたままのピアス達

めくり忘れたカレンダー達　置いていかないで

造花の言葉で愛してよ　乾いた砂漠みたいにさ
枯れることない花束だけ　ずっと欲しかったの
造花の言葉で許してよ　黒焦げのハート秘めて
密かに育てたパラノイア　憂いの花が咲く

傷を見つけて　ギクシャクしてた
アナタの痛み　背負えなくて

痛がりなくせに　いつも傷つけて
ぬるい夜に逃げ込んだ
さよならさえ言えずじまいで

揺れながら踊る季節に
散らばる思い出を
かき集め花束にして
あなたに贈るから

造花の言葉で愛してよ　乾いた砂漠みたいにさ
枯れることない花束だけ　ずっと欲しかったの
造花の言葉で許してよ　黒焦げのハート秘めて
密かに育てたパラノイア　憂いの花が咲く

zouka no kotoba de ai si te yo 　 kawa i ta sabaku mitai ni sa
ka reru koto nai hanataba dake 　 zutto ho sikaxtu ta no

tiguhagu na omo i 　 ki zuka zu ni iru
atasi ha itumo ni te nai monta-zyu

dare ka ni mo 　 na re nai 　 hurai dei 　 yume ututu
sa bi ta mama no piasu tati

mekuri wasu re ta karenda- tati 　 o i te ika nai de

zouka no kotoba de ai si te yo 　 kawa i ta sabaku mitai ni sa
ka reru koto nai hanataba dake 　 zutto ho sikaxtu ta no
zouka no kotoba de yuru si te yo 　 kuroko ge no ha-to hi me te
hiso ka ni soda te ta paranoia 　 ure i no hana ga sa ku

kizu wo mi tuke te 　 gikusyaku si te ta
anata no ita mi 　 seo e naku te

ita gari na kuse ni 　 itumo kizu tuke te
nurui yoru ni ni ge ko n da
sayonara sae i e zu zimai de

yu re nagara odo ru kisetu ni
ti rabaru omo i de wo
kaki atu me hanataba ni si te
anata ni oku ru kara

zouka no kotoba de ai si te yo 　 kawa i ta sabaku mitai ni sa
ka reru koto nai hanataba dake 　 zutto ho sikaxtu ta no
zouka no kotoba de yuru si te yo 　 kuroko ge no ha-to hi me te
hiso ka ni soda te ta paranoia 　 ure i no hana ga sa ku

Love me in the language of artificial flowers Like a dry desert
I've always wanted a bouquet of flowers that would never wither

I've always wanted a bouquet of flowers that would never wither
Atashi is always a montage of dissimilarities.

I can't even be someone else... Friday... Youmu Utsumu...
The earrings that are still rusty

The calendars I forgot to turn over, don't leave me

Love me in the language of artificial flowers, like a dry desert.
Only a bouquet that never withers, I've always wanted.
In the language of artificial flowers, forgive me, with a burnt heart hidden inside
The paranoia I secretly nurtured, the flower of melancholy bloomed

I found a scar, and things got awkward.
I couldn't bear your pain

I'm always hurting you, even though you don't like pain
I ran away into the tepid night
I couldn't even say goodbye

In the season of swaying and dancing
Scattered memories
I'll gather them into a bouquet
I'll give it to you

Love me in the language of artificial flowers, like a dry desert
I've always wanted a bouquet that would never wither
Forgive me with the words of artificial flowers, with a burnt heart hidden inside
The paranoia I secretly nurtured, the flower of melancholy blooms