Shibuya's full of traffic, on the highway at 5pm Bikes go past outside the smokescreen I'm as blue as the lines in the Italian film I saw yesterday Just as I can't touch a seven-coloured rainbow I don't expect to stay in love With the same person This is boring you, isn't it? By the way, what time is it? Can we get there in time for the start? I want to go to a live show The car stereo isn't enough for me, it distorts the sound of the guitar This is a boring season It's as busy as the end of the year But it's the same scenery everywhere The picture on that TV's crap, turn it off Surely even if we talk about this time next year Ah~, it won't take a load off our minds the way fortune telling would I know that, winding road The sun's going down, it's unbearable Being shut up in my car like this Panicking like this will just wear me out So I've stopped thinking about what's going to happen I doubt I'll make it to the live show at this rate Ah~, getting annoyed won't get me anywhere I know that, winding road