The 17th mansion of the moon
Would you ever be with me in a balloon
Then a cat in a dress comes by the noon
Have thin eyes, and silver shiny swords

I stcal you from the palace
Tie you to my lattice
Dye you in the mess of sweetness
Besides, you know the sense is
bewitched until you notice
Now you're lost in my nonsense

Steal me from the darkness
And find me who has hidden in the depth
of my addicted habit"lassitude"
Release me, I'm stolen by you

The 17th mansion of the moon, Would you ever be with me,
Then a cat in a dress comes from somewhere
Have thin eyes have silver swords

The 17th mansion of the moon, Would you ever be with me,
Then a cat in a dress comes from somewhere
Have thin eyes have silver swords

I just want to be sure...

What do you seal into your purple eyes.
Into your induced cells?
Well... Why won't you reveal it?

What do you see with your perfect eyes.
with your induced cells?
Well... Why won't you share it?

My silent tongue.
what do you care? Oh...