Records

[Verse 1] 引き出しの底に receipts and a bent key 誰のものだったか もうはっきりしない Plastic cup, half-crushed label peeled from the lid そのまま置かれたまま nameだけ薄くなる I line them up again like they were waiting for me but the room knows better than I do [Chorus] We built it from records from rain on old paper Summer was catalogued and filed by mistake The cup, the key, the note they answer in fragments I touch them once and the air changes shape [Verse 2] 写真の端には blue towel, a wrist, a door 誰かの laugh was cut off before I could keep it My phone made copies of a day we didn't name auto-sync, auto-save cold little miracles In the gallery view the light is always wrong でも少しだけ truthに似てしまう [Chorus] We built it from records from rain on old paper Summer was catalogued and filed by mistake The cup, the key, the note they answer in fragments I touch them once and the air changes shape [Bridge] 机の上の影が 先に答えてる not the event itself just what it left on wood Someone said, "remember" and I did, badly for a second, your laugh fit the wrong afternoon [Chorus] We built it from records from rain on old paper Summer was catalogued and filed by mistake The cup, the key, the note they answer in fragments I touch them once and the air changes shape