It's pouring in Shinjuku
And I don't know where you are
These grey days in Tokyo
Are getting colder every day
I've got no plans
I don't know where to go
I'm just so weary
I don't know what to do

"My longing to weep is what's bringing the rain in this winter" ...is what I told him
Yet he never questions it, "you have such a gift with expressing yourself!" …or whatever
No matter what, I never get a response from the heart
No matter the lies that get told
All we are is just two complete strangers

All I'm doing is acting my part
And I'm sure you are too
We're both just avoiding the big question
Those moments when you show interest
Are answered by my advances
Until you laugh, and pretend not to notice me at all

The piercing air of winter
Meets the warm air of Isetan
Their contrast just reminds me of you
Hey, is there really no answer for me?
Is there someone else to blame?
Just tell me what I did wrong

It's pouring in Shinjuku
And I need someone with me right now
Tokyo's burning bright today