A narrow world, a dull today; a rusted bell won't ring.
It seems the end is near; if things stay this way, I'm buried in the crowd.
Unfulfilled, and before I know it, afternoon arrives; the dream I draw is shrinking.
It's days like those; if things stay this way, I won't resonate with myself.
I struggle, I writhe, I laugh, and I break free.
So 1.2.3, the mission: lose yourself and dance in space.
That is 1.2.3 ignition; kick Earth toward the infinite sky.
Repeating at 7 a.m., I don't need a rusted me.
More than that, the dream ending in the heart and fading away is the painful one.
I struggle, I writhe, I laugh, and I break free.
So 1.2.3, the mission: become entranced and dance into space.
That is 1.2.3 ignition; kick Earth toward an unknown heartbeat.
A narrow world, a dull today; a rusted bell won't ring.
It's days like that; if things stay this way, I won't resonate with myself.
So 1.2.3, the mission: lose yourself and dance in space.
That is 1.2.3 ignition; kick the Earth toward the infinite sky.
So 1.2.3, the mission: lose yourself and dance in space.
That is 1.2.3 ignition: kick Earth toward an unknown heartbeat.