Furi Kuri

One day it was autumn and halloween too
SO far is the sun, it paints the avenues blue
and you're painted too, as you were.      
One day, Furi Kuri, gave me a poem
For then I could see, the clocks tick along
The clocks they're in love                    
if it were                                              

Then Furi Kuri, points at the sky  
Colors start to spiral through a pinhole in the sky
A spectrum flying by    
Furi Kuri, Furi Kura
Waiting for somewhere to go          
only tomorrow knows                    
Waiting for somewhere to go
Only tomorrow knows