Don't call me up for an empty date 
I wanna get thru to you and get out of this state 
Tokyo in the winter time,as I walk on by. 
Hear the lights like a lullaby. 
It's got the message that?s in the air 
Count the colors,& colors beware. 
*I so wanted to be in your heart. 
I so wanted to be in your heart. 
But you wanted her and me on my own. 
You don't know that it left another hole 
Last night I wrote something like it's more than pain 
And secret numbness is all that remains 
Tokyo in the summer time and night time blues. 
Go take some break,but don't tell me what to do. 
It's got the message that's in the air 
Count the colors,& colors beware. 
*Repeat 
Don?t run to summer time,It's just nostalgia. 
Don?t run to summer time,It's just the radio. 
The surface could be sweet but poisonous inside. 
Just get away with some old cliche 
But when the words get life,it's hard to say 
You will never know how I felt inside 
It's got the message that's in the air 
Count the colors,& colors beware.