I'd only just decided
That I wouldn't hope for any more than this,
But once the ten dizzying seconds pass,
There's immediate shaking, and my predictions were blown away.
Synchromanica, you are the distance,
And that voice is my heart and soul.
The crevices, never easy to reach, are blank spaces for exhilaration.
Somebody's dream is swimming through my ears.
I can't put it into words, any of it.
Ever so slowly, the sorrow begins to melt away.
I exited my room.
In this place, I'm being born again!
I touch just a tiny bit of the cosmos.
Synchromanica, before I knew it,
This voice has become something like a wish.
The future, never a simple thing, is the dwelling of exhilaration.
My ears are somebody's dream.
I won't put it into words, any of it.
If we can communicate, the door opens - synchromanica.
Are you good to go? Synchro...