Floating Away:

The edge of a typhoon threw rain horizontally against the glass,
A sizzle of lukewarm bullets.
The city was still.
Lights were flashing.
The air was very new.
I entered a tunnel and found myself in a narrow world.
Bare concrete.
Empty bottles racked in plastic,
A moped against a vending machine.
It was very curious, 
Like discovering a secret level of society.
Narrow puddles of water reflecting fluorescent light.
It was an experiment in psychogeography.
Startlingly organic.
More complex.
Broken shackle,
You could look down,
See the water between your toes.
More private fantasy.
Psychogeography.
Psychogeography.
Psychogeography.

上記はオリジナルの詩です。歌詞ではありません。
オリジナルを尊重して、あえて訳しません。
っていうか、主宰人は英語を日本語訳するのがめちゃ下手なので、
できないっつった方が早いです。（汗）