詞：Nobuo Akiba・曲：Toman
Well I’m going home
You know they’re real roam
How should I get there?
You know that it’s real rare
I’ve been so much lost
It’s like wheeling frost
You can imagine it?
Many P’licemen in fits
Over thousand p’licemen
Standing without a comment
With a little stone in my hand
But they didn’t understand
Why I killed my girlfriend
It’s nasty in the end
She’s not a spy in the world
Something’s changed us, my girl
Why you didn’t catch me
I told you how to see
Everything in my mind
Nothing seems to be so kind
Throw, throw your heart
Into the world unknown
Throw, throw it’ll be apart
A stone that’ll be so grown
Fly away from your heart
Carrying yourself on your cart
P’licemen left you flat
Everybody knows at last
Throw, throw your heart
Into the world unknown
Throw, throw it’ll be apart
A stone that’ll be so grown