Boomerang - Anna Book

Hey hey hey 온 듯해 계속 외면한 순간이 무뎌져 버린 너와 나 (Hey hey hey) 맘이 텅 빈 것처럼 어디 멀리 사라지고 싶은 날 날 웃게 했던 너의 모습들을 정리하며 난 집을 나서 맘은 좀 허전해도 It's all good, alright, no lie 미련 없이 너를 돌아서 떠나려 해도 Turn back 멀리 날 던져 봐도 결국 Boomerang 또 Turn back 약속한 듯이 되돌아와 버린 Boomerang 어느새 난 다시 제자린 걸 (Hey hey hey) 더 높이 더 멀리 날아 보려 해도 네게 Turn back Tik tak boom Gotta make a move Hey hey hey 모든 걸 너에게 맞춘 듯한 시간을 이제 벗어나 (Hey hey hey) 널 떠난 내 모습 다짐해도 되돌아 떠밀려 와 눈앞에 펼친 파노라마같이 익숙한 풍경 속에서 널 난 마주 보고 있어 It's all good, alright, no lie 계속 되뇌이던 모든 게 거짓말처럼 Turn back 멀리 날 던져 봐도 결국 Boomerang 또 Turn back 약속한 듯이 되돌아와 버린 Boomerang 어느새 난 다시 제자린 걸 (Hey hey hey) 더 높이 더 멀리 날아 보려 해도 네게 Turn back Tik tak boom Gotta make a move 분명히 봐 둬 네가 없이 완벽히 자유로울 나 No need to look back 돌아볼 시간 따위 없어 Baby bye bye 외쳐보지만 Turn back 멀리 날 던져 봐도 결국 Boomerang 또 Turn back 약속한 듯이 되돌아와 버린 Boomerang 널 놓기엔 아직 사랑인 걸 (Hey hey hey) 더 높이 더 멀리 날아 보려 해도 다시 Turn back 멀리 날 던져 봐도 결국 Boomerang 또 Turn back 약속한 듯이 되돌아와 버린 Boomerang 어느새 난 다시 제자린 걸 (Back again) 더 높이 더 멀리 날아 보려 해도

朝のバス停 夜のコンビニ 桜の花が咲いていた 駅のホーム 電車をまた ひとつ見送った このまま静かに ただ枝垂桜を見ながら 今、新しい春を待つ あたし、「忘れられないの」 って思わないようにしたの もう貴方なんていらないの って心から思えたの 冷えた缶コーヒー 飲む貴方と テレビに映るゲーム画面 あたしの手の ペットボトルは 空になった あたし、「思い出せないの」 って笑えるようになったの もう貴方じゃなくてもいいの ってそれがいいと思ったの このまま、貴方の 好きだったアーティストだって いつかは、ただの アーティストになる 「あたし、忘れられないの」 って思わないようにしたの 「春が大好きになったの」 って言いたかっただけなの あたし、「もう好きじゃないの」 って伝えたいと思ったの 「もう貴方じゃなくてもいいの」 って言って別れたかったの ほら、ね、バイバイ

She's writing, she's writing She's writing a novel She's writing, she's weaving Conceiving a plot It quickens, it thickens You can't put it down now It takes you, it shakes you It makes you lose your thought But you're caught in your own glory You are believing your own stories Writing your own headlines Ignoring your own deadlines But now you've gotta write them all again You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? Do you? You want her, confront her Just open your window Unbolt it, unlock it Unfasten your latch You want it, confront it Just open your window All you really have to do is ask But you're caught in your own glory You are believing your own stories Timing your contractions Inventing small contraptions That roll across your polished hardwood floors You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? Do you? Well, you think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? Do you? Do you?