But Time, Is on your Side, It's on your Side
Naota could not understand why,
Why it was all so empty.
It seemed as though he was
Falling down.
A fall from grace that
Although he could not see why
Was making him something he did not want to be,
A toy,
For those around him to play with how they wanted.
The slam of the door. The woman there, dressed in those obscene clothes.
He loved her, didn't he?
This woman, who was bent over…
Her hips…
Her lips on…
His father's…
Naota, welcome home.
The rain began to fall.
His guitar, where was his guitar?
He ran up the stairs and was gone
Haruko didn't love him. She could never love him.
He seized his guitar by the neck
And went out the door
Not bothering to look
On the obscene pair.
He ran through the streets
(Commander, do you want to stop him?)
[Let him do as he likes.]
The rain fell like tears, like millions and millions of tears
He was the sky, and he was crying.
The rain fell harder,
It became like a small thunder
He was soaked.
His uniform was sticky
It hung on him
Clinging like a child.
Ninamori Eri stood at the intersection of 23rd and 9th, holding her umbrella above her
head. Her father was sending someone to pick her up. Loud splashes steadily grew closer
to her, someone running. They stopped at the curb. Warily, she looked out of the corner
of her eye at this newcomer.
'Naota?' she thought. He was soaking wet from head to toe, doubled over, resting his
hands on his knees, and… crying. She looked around, hoping to find something to do,
maybe a way to keep herself from noticing him. Finally she stared blankly ahead for a
moment, and calmly reached over and held her umbrella over him, letting the rain fall
freely on her. Naota looked around, confused. The rain had stopped. He looked up. An
arm, holding an umbrella. He followed the arm to where it connected to a body. Eri?
What was she doing here? She was getting wet because she was helping him. Naota stood
up straight and took hold of her wrist. Calmly, he pushed the umbrella back over her. She
shoved it over him again. Puzzled, Naota took a step towards her. Then another, the
umbrella following him. Eventually, it covered them both. He felt her put an arm around
him. He wasn't a toy. He was a real person with thoughts, emotions, and feeling. And he
loved her.
(But time, it's on your side, it's on your side, now,
I'm pushing you down, and all around,
It's no cause for concern.)
Naota could not understand why,
Why it was all so empty.
It seemed as though he was
Falling down.
A fall from grace that
Although he could not see why
Was making him something he did not want to be,
A toy,
For those around him to play with how they wanted.
The slam of the door. The woman there, dressed in those obscene clothes.
He loved her, didn't he?
This woman, who was bent over…
Her hips…
Her lips on…
His father's…
Naota, welcome home.
The rain began to fall.
His guitar, where was his guitar?
He ran up the stairs and was gone
Haruko didn't love him. She could never love him.
He seized his guitar by the neck
And went out the door
Not bothering to look
On the obscene pair.
He ran through the streets
(Commander, do you want to stop him?)
[Let him do as he likes.]
The rain fell like tears, like millions and millions of tears
He was the sky, and he was crying.
The rain fell harder,
It became like a small thunder
He was soaked.
His uniform was sticky
It hung on him
Clinging like a child.
Ninamori Eri stood at the intersection of 23rd and 9th, holding her umbrella above her
head. Her father was sending someone to pick her up. Loud splashes steadily grew closer
to her, someone running. They stopped at the curb. Warily, she looked out of the corner
of her eye at this newcomer.
'Naota?' she thought. He was soaking wet from head to toe, doubled over, resting his
hands on his knees, and… crying. She looked around, hoping to find something to do,
maybe a way to keep herself from noticing him. Finally she stared blankly ahead for a
moment, and calmly reached over and held her umbrella over him, letting the rain fall
freely on her. Naota looked around, confused. The rain had stopped. He looked up. An
arm, holding an umbrella. He followed the arm to where it connected to a body. Eri?
What was she doing here? She was getting wet because she was helping him. Naota stood
up straight and took hold of her wrist. Calmly, he pushed the umbrella back over her. She
shoved it over him again. Puzzled, Naota took a step towards her. Then another, the
umbrella following him. Eventually, it covered them both. He felt her put an arm around
him. He wasn't a toy. He was a real person with thoughts, emotions, and feeling. And he
loved her.
(But time, it's on your side, it's on your side, now,
I'm pushing you down, and all around,
It's no cause for concern.)