Spend my years looking on for the window seat.
Sitting there watching snow falling on the street.
Stop laughing, stop talking.
Lonely let yourself down.
I took a long way home, listening melodies.
It was me, and my friends, getting down the street.
Lights fade in, someone's waiting.
It feels so good to come home.
Let me hold on to the bittersweet memories.
Cause some is just no good to let it go.
Bingo we know it blow by blow.
Why can't the soul be set and stored?
Sometimes it's hard to let things grow.
It's been a while less or more since the first day back，
In between all the years look where we're at，
It's up now, we did it somehow，
It's coming to an end，
All we shared is preserved so carefully，
Keeping safe for the little precious souvenirs，
Take care of, be proud of all the lessons learned.
Let me hold on to the bittersweet memories.
Cause some is just no good to let it go，
Bingo we know it blow by blow.
Why can't the soul be set and stored?
Sometimes it's hard to let things grow.
Colors and shapes, they fade away, today.
And bit by bit, they soften the shades (that) are grey.
Sound and taste, they melt away, they say.
But after around we keep them safe，
Cause some is just no good to let it go.
Bingo we know it blow by blow.
Why can't the soul be set and stored?
Sometimes it's hard to let things grow.
Some is just no good to let it go.
Bingo we know it blow by blow.
Why can't the soul be set and stored?
Sometimes it's hard to let things grow.
