If I were to follow ordinary words,
If I were to follow stolen words
If we could synchronize,
Then the whereabouts of "me" would be unknown

I'm always so uncertain, always misstepping
Every time, I steel my screwed-up head,
Because I don't want to be hated

At long last, I got it back, this precious air of Shabbat
Somehow, I forgot how to even doubt others
How are those sort of days going for you?

Nowhere-where-where! I'm nowhere to be found
No matter how long I wait, I'm still not there, hey
I'm dreaming a blurry dream, from a high, high, place
And how's that going for you?

If I were to follow ordinary words,
If I were to follow stolen words
Please, don't rate my dream with a review site's five-star scale
If I were to follow even the unnecessary things,
I don't need that! If I'm going to be like that, then
If we could synchronize,
Then the whereabouts of my heart would be unknown
Aah

"Once I step off of this faintly glowing white line,
The credits will begin to roll
Of course, I only have one life left, so I'll run at full force
Because I won't get another chance"

Even that sort of messed-up "common sense"
Became something precious to me
It seems, somehow, I was restraining myself
Now my identity is crumbling away!

I don't want to be hated, hated, hated
Both myself, and the world I've chosen
All I'm expecting now
Is to make sounds, here, that's enough, right?

If I were to follow ordinary words,
I wonder, could I make it out of the stratosphere?
Justice is inherently something nostalgic, so it's just a little suspicious to me
I wonder, am I just God's fan work?
I don't need that! If I'm going to be like that,
If I can't become truly original,
Then I'm just a good-for-nothing after all; but that's fine

If you want to be loved, then misstep (Wow wow)
Let's sing in a place where nobody's around (Wow wow)
After scraping and scraping for so long, it seems at long last this round world has become the "correct" answer
In a high, high, place, I'm showing off what's important to me
And how's that going for you?

If I were to follow ordinary words,
If I were to follow stolen words
In this place with no end whatsoever, have you found something?
If I were to follow even the unnecessary things,
I don't need that! If I'm going to be like that, then
If we could synchronize,
Then the whereabouts of my heart would be unknown
Aah