Ukiyo

You grow up so fast A momentary lapse You want your name in the papers, your name in the papers But the older I get the less that I know The greyer the hue the further I go Then everything changes, yeah everything changes In Ukiyo, In Ukiyo (No one ever says goodbye) In Ukiyo (And the weather's always nice) In Ukiyo A complete detach, just focus on the latch Oh hello little meltdown! Should we turn this ship round? Cos the further I go the stranger the view The pale blue dot, the talking mushroom The clouds blowing kisses Yeah the clouds blowing kisses In Ukiyo, in Ukiyo (No one ever says goodbye) In Ukiyo (And the weather's always nice) In Ukiyo In this floating world, we all move moth-like towards the light In Ukiyo, in Ukiyo (No one ever says goodbye) In Ukiyo (And the weather's always nice) In Ukiyo