Which story have we left? You think it means something But you are one of them And world can live without you It seems like we twirled in the film And we will never be processed And shutter will scroll us again and again Memorizing the same pictures Coil will scroll us from time to time We are spoiled by the light Someday. someone will find us in the old stuff In hopes to remember the old times But we won't be there We didn't find any place to stay We didn't find any place to be