| Song | Sleep |
| Artist | カヒミ・カリィ |
| Album | Trapeziste |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’m going to make a collage | |
| I’m always cutting and pasting | |
| The cup in front of my eyes is what I collage | |
| The trumpet I hear is what I collage | |
| The sound of the radio I hear is what I collage | |
| The voice of you speaking and the things you speak of is what I collage | |
| I’m listening to the sound of Tomas’ guitar on the Porte Maillot studio in Paris, | |
| But, I wonder what the sound that Katerine hears of his guitar is like | |
| The collage that I’m listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| The collage that you’ re listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| When I was a child the thing I used to wonder about | |
| Thinking as I looked at the light of the car that reflected on the ceiling | |
| I wonder why I don’ t know the actual moment of when I fall asleep | |
| I was in my bed talking to my sister, and then the next moment I realized it was morning | |
| I asked my sister about it, but she said that no one remembers thing like that | |
| But, it didn’t satisfy me | |
| And so, I always think about it | |
| And then when I think it’s Sunday, it’s already Saturday | |
| From one day I started to lock for the moment I go to sleep | |
| Every night as I speck of different things with my sister in bed, I was looking out for that moment | |
| But when I realized, it was morning | |
| It was like that even on one of those nights that I couldn’t fall asleep smoothly | |
| I think at times, even now | |
| We fall asleep every night, but I wonder why I can’t sense it | |
| When I go to sleep, even as I’ve grown older now, I still find it strange | |
| One day, I found some nice shoes in a store | |
| But my feet were too small for those shoes | |
| I thought of giving up, but since I liked them so much, I decided to buy them | |
| It was about the next day when I wore those shoes and went up the stairs | |
| It’s the stairs I go up every day but I tripped like it was the first time I climbed them | |
| It was like a surprise to myself | |
| It was like an error on the computer | |
| It felt like it was telling me that it was the wrong size for my feet | |
| From then on, I experienced tripping down those stairs 2 or 3 times, but when I realized I was able to walk in those shoes smoothly | |
| My body got used to my shoes | |
| I found it was strange | |
| Sometimes you come out in my dreams | |
| Even though I don’t have feelings for you any more, I sill dream of you often | |
| When you’re in my dreams you’re much nicer and we’re getting along really good | |
| When I awake and think of you, I find myself not having any feelings for you, but I still dream of you often | |
| I find it strange | |
| I find myself more strange than anyone else finds it | |
| In my apartment in Paris |
| I' m going to make a collage | |
| I' m always cutting and pasting | |
| The cup in front of my eyes is what I collage | |
| The trumpet I hear is what I collage | |
| The sound of the radio I hear is what I collage | |
| The voice of you speaking and the things you speak of is what I collage | |
| I' m listening to the sound of Tomas' guitar on the Porte Maillot studio in Paris, | |
| But, I wonder what the sound that Katerine hears of his guitar is like | |
| The collage that I' m listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| The collage that you' re listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| When I was a child the thing I used to wonder about | |
| Thinking as I looked at the light of the car that reflected on the ceiling | |
| I wonder why I don' t know the actual moment of when I fall asleep | |
| I was in my bed talking to my sister, and then the next moment I realized it was morning | |
| I asked my sister about it, but she said that no one remembers thing like that | |
| But, it didn' t satisfy me | |
| And so, I always think about it | |
| And then when I think it' s Sunday, it' s already Saturday | |
| From one day I started to lock for the moment I go to sleep | |
| Every night as I speck of different things with my sister in bed, I was looking out for that moment | |
| But when I realized, it was morning | |
| It was like that even on one of those nights that I couldn' t fall asleep smoothly | |
| I think at times, even now | |
| We fall asleep every night, but I wonder why I can' t sense it | |
| When I go to sleep, even as I' ve grown older now, I still find it strange | |
| One day, I found some nice shoes in a store | |
| But my feet were too small for those shoes | |
| I thought of giving up, but since I liked them so much, I decided to buy them | |
| It was about the next day when I wore those shoes and went up the stairs | |
| It' s the stairs I go up every day but I tripped like it was the first time I climbed them | |
| It was like a surprise to myself | |
| It was like an error on the computer | |
| It felt like it was telling me that it was the wrong size for my feet | |
| From then on, I experienced tripping down those stairs 2 or 3 times, but when I realized I was able to walk in those shoes smoothly | |
| My body got used to my shoes | |
| I found it was strange | |
| Sometimes you come out in my dreams | |
| Even though I don' t have feelings for you any more, I sill dream of you often | |
| When you' re in my dreams you' re much nicer and we' re getting along really good | |
| When I awake and think of you, I find myself not having any feelings for you, but I still dream of you often | |
| I find it strange | |
| I find myself more strange than anyone else finds it | |
| In my apartment in Paris |
| I' m going to make a collage | |
| I' m always cutting and pasting | |
| The cup in front of my eyes is what I collage | |
| The trumpet I hear is what I collage | |
| The sound of the radio I hear is what I collage | |
| The voice of you speaking and the things you speak of is what I collage | |
| I' m listening to the sound of Tomas' guitar on the Porte Maillot studio in Paris, | |
| But, I wonder what the sound that Katerine hears of his guitar is like | |
| The collage that I' m listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| The collage that you' re listening to is a collage of this collage | |
| When I was a child the thing I used to wonder about | |
| Thinking as I looked at the light of the car that reflected on the ceiling | |
| I wonder why I don' t know the actual moment of when I fall asleep | |
| I was in my bed talking to my sister, and then the next moment I realized it was morning | |
| I asked my sister about it, but she said that no one remembers thing like that | |
| But, it didn' t satisfy me | |
| And so, I always think about it | |
| And then when I think it' s Sunday, it' s already Saturday | |
| From one day I started to lock for the moment I go to sleep | |
| Every night as I speck of different things with my sister in bed, I was looking out for that moment | |
| But when I realized, it was morning | |
| It was like that even on one of those nights that I couldn' t fall asleep smoothly | |
| I think at times, even now | |
| We fall asleep every night, but I wonder why I can' t sense it | |
| When I go to sleep, even as I' ve grown older now, I still find it strange | |
| One day, I found some nice shoes in a store | |
| But my feet were too small for those shoes | |
| I thought of giving up, but since I liked them so much, I decided to buy them | |
| It was about the next day when I wore those shoes and went up the stairs | |
| It' s the stairs I go up every day but I tripped like it was the first time I climbed them | |
| It was like a surprise to myself | |
| It was like an error on the computer | |
| It felt like it was telling me that it was the wrong size for my feet | |
| From then on, I experienced tripping down those stairs 2 or 3 times, but when I realized I was able to walk in those shoes smoothly | |
| My body got used to my shoes | |
| I found it was strange | |
| Sometimes you come out in my dreams | |
| Even though I don' t have feelings for you any more, I sill dream of you often | |
| When you' re in my dreams you' re much nicer and we' re getting along really good | |
| When I awake and think of you, I find myself not having any feelings for you, but I still dream of you often | |
| I find it strange | |
| I find myself more strange than anyone else finds it | |
| In my apartment in Paris |