It tastes like this, get to my senses I see to the over-reloads In golden times of when I remember How I used to talk to my heart Seems to be easy now whenever I need to cry I hide It's too late to get back looking for overgrown tracks I'll see you in another world I'll see you in another world In the soul of the streets you walked on In a land that regrets from its old histories Among all the people I've never seen before It's the ghost of you that I'm looking for Seems to be all set up whenever I think of you I give up It's too late to get back looking for overgrown tracks I'll see you in another world I'll see you in another world Whistling Whistling Whistling Whistling Whistling Whistling Whistling