悪魔の天使の悪魔の天使の 呪文じゃ呼び出せない微熱だって どっちだったって隣で眠ろっか ウィスパー、ウィスパー、窓から投げたら 地を這ったって 思い出の中で眠るのって息が詰まるね 陽気な悪魔の横で 絶望した天使が翼を撫でる夢を見たんだ 起きて作り笑い剥がして 頚動脈あいまいに触れて今日の拍に刻もうか いつか流れるエンドロール 君が立ち上がるような登場じゃなくても 君が帰り始める頃にでも 小さく名前が流れるだけでよかったんだ 悪魔の天使の悪魔の天使の 戯言じゃ届かない句読点だって どっちだったって抱きしめたいんだ ウィスパー、ウィスパー、屋根から投げたら 地を這ったって 思い出を歌うのって歌詞が喉に貼りつくね ヘッドホンの宇宙船で月に出かけて 飛び降りちゃったらたぶん 君のとこに落ちる気がしたんだ ずれてしまったって空を眺めてようか いつか潜る天国の門のそば うんざり顔の天使が出迎えたら 聞こえないぐらいにこの歌を口ずさんで 小さく歩いて行こうと思うんだ Tequila nights, spinning the Ferris wheel in the dark, Thought a magic gadget could leave a lasting spark. But singing all these misfit thoughts has left me bruised, So I shape my hand into a gu.n, my chest the fuse. You hold the barrel against your own chest, But the voice that came out was warm, undressed. Not the sharp-edged manifestos, yours had a soul, a coat. Demon, angel, whichever shoulder leans into the dawn, What I keep coming back to is the hours we draw on. いつか潜る天国の門のそば うんざり顔の天使にはにかんで 私は、きっと、歌を、 悪魔の天使の悪魔の天使の 口笛じゃ半拍崩れるリズムだって きっと最後に思い出すのは祝福のふりして 耳鳴りの代わりに響けばいいな それでも、 ウィスパー、ウィスパー、地を這っても 君に、君に、君に咲け！ 👿👼👿👼 Devil's, angel's, devil's, angel's, no incantation could ever summon up this fever's heat Either way, let me sleep right by your side tonight Whisper, whisper, if I throw it out the window even if it crawls the ground Sleeping inside a memory, I can't quite catch my breath Right next to a cheerful devil A hopeless angel strokes its wings, that was the dream I had Wake up, peel the borrowed smile away Brush the carotid soft and vague, shall we carve it into today's faint pulse? The end credits will roll someday Even if it's not a grand entrance, the kind that makes you rise Even by the time you're starting to head home Just my name drifting small across the screen, that would've been enough Devil's, angel's, devil's, angel's, no idle words of mine could ever reach you, not even a punctuation mark Either way, I just want to hold you close Whisper, whisper, if I throw it from the rooftop even if it crawls the ground Singing an old memory, the lyrics stick inside my throat On a spaceship made of headphones, I take off for the moon And if I jumped right off, I think I'd probably fall straight down to where you are Even if we drift apart, shall we just keep watching the sky? Someday by the gates of heaven I'll slip through And if a tired-looking angel comes out to greet me I'll hum this song so quiet you can't even hear And walk inside, taking small soft steps Tequila nights, spinning the Ferris wheel in the dark, Thought a magic gadget could leave a lasting spark. But singing all these misfit thoughts has left me bruised, So I shape my hand into a gu.n, my chest the fuse. You hold the barrel against your own chest, But the voice that came out was warm, undressed. Not the sharp-edged manifestos, yours had a soul, a coat. Demon, angel, whichever shoulder leans into the dawn, What I keep coming back to is the hours we draw on. Someday by the gates of heaven I'll slip through And to that tired-looking angel I'll just shyly smile And I, for sure, will, Devil's, angel's, devil's, angel's, even a half-broken rhythm blown through a whistle What I'll remember last, I hope, is wearing the mask of a blessing Let it ring inside me instead of the tinnitus Even so, Whisper, whisper, even if it crawls the ground To you, to you, to you, bloom!
