k (the temple of my body)

Gather to remember

the temple of my body

from whence it came a violence

tossed on waves - in silence

Kamakura, I'll save you

a memory for later

my shoes were soaked right through then

the taste of Tokyo rain in my head

When I empty this vessel

I'll feel holier somehow

And I know I'll go back

To Yuigahama somehow

Out of the darkness

Follow the tree line

In turn, you might then find

The park by the seaside

Looks like you're bleeding

Letting go of the feeling

Hearts on the ceiling

Of the Enoden line

Kamakura in summertime

Where I wanna be with you

Paranoia in photographs

Take the Shonan Shinjuku