In a dark winter TokyonIn the Mahjong parlour he waitsnSevered pasts thrumming through his handsnGlory comes to the one who waitsnnIn the hallways they're lying therenIn the red blossom of the dazenIn your arms there is nothing leftnWell you'll only waitnnMy whole lifenIs a mysterynThat I can't bearnnOh rings nThat are CalvarynOf our mistakesnnI would love to heal you nownnIn a dark winter TokyonIn the Mahjong parlours they waitnSevered pasts sweeping through their handsnGlory comes to the ones that waitnnIn the hall of the yangnRed blossom of the dazennAll I wanted to see nIs that I am betternAll I want to believenIs that I am betternRound and roundnAll I wanted to seenIs that I am betternRound and round