Come down Get off your insipid clown love Soon before, ashes of wall through the swarm of the flu, all comes to you Blanc Sun Song that should've given to all of us Drink up the waters under the graveyard That counts the moons to bring our all hopes to the will Come and get off your insipid crown-tied love Sit inside and I'm walking to be filled with just haze to breathe you in What we're seeing is something our lord did not complain You were by my side till someone walked into me Blanc Sun Song