Orange slide, the sky that it reflects
Sponge's pride, being dangled
Spider
The apprehension that was caught alive
It's okay even if I don't hide it
I want to have colored dreams
Ride on Shooting Star
With the voice of my heart, like a shotgun
I kept on singing
Grunge hamster, be grown up
Lobster of revenge, bring it along
Sniper
I'll say, "What can you see
In that fringed world?"
I want to touch it before I aim for it
Ride on Shooting Star
Searching for you, and in withdrawal syndrome
I told a lie
Ride on Shooting Star
With the voice of my heart, like a shotgun
I kept on singing