Cream

Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds / Dead To The World

テディベアの中で
息を吸って吐いて
綿くずが喉の奥に
柔らかに散り積もる

夜半の夜伽と朝焼けの微睡の
境界線は曖昧に
浮いて溶ける手足は
綿飴の香りを燻らせて

Breathe in and breathe out inside the teddy bear
Fluff softly scatter and pile up at the back of my throat

The line between a half-night's sleep and a morning glow is blurred.
Floating and melting limbs smoky with the scent of cotton candy