【SILENT SYNDROME】トウモロコシ畑の心理戦 / Mind Games in the Cornfield （Japanese Punk）

先に動いたら負け。 先に名前を呼んだら負け。 そんなくだらない駆け引きを、トウモロコシ畑の真ん中で本気でやっていた。 夏の湿った空気。 見え隠れする影。 遠回りばかりの会話。 でも、本当はお互い同じことを待っていたのかもしれない。 A psychological battle hidden inside a cornfield. Nobody wanted to make the first move. Nobody wanted to lose first. But somewhere beneath the awkward silence and late-summer heat, both of us were waiting for the exact same thing. Music by SILENT SYNDROME ♫ Mind games in the cornfield 誰も勝てない、誰も話さない 先に動いた方が負けなら このまま夏が終わってもいい I can hear your heartbeat through the leaves お前が折れるのを待ってたけど 俺も限界だった 八月の夕暮れ、風が止まった トウモロコシが壁になって お前の気配がすぐそこにある でも俺は動かない、まだ動かない I feel you through the leaves Every breath, every shift 先に名前を呼んだら負けだって お互い知ってた、最初から 先に動いた方が負け 先に想った方が負け So we stood still in the August heat 息だけが聞こえてた Mind games in the cornfield 誰も勝てない、誰も話さない 先に動いた方が負けなら このまま夏が終わってもいい I can hear your heartbeat through the leaves お前が折れるのを待ってたけど 俺も限界だった スマホを握って、送りかけて また消した、三回目 You did the same thing, I found out later 全部終わってから 汗が首を伝って落ちる 畑の匂いが頭に残る Did I want to win, or did I want to lose? もう分からなくなってた 先に瞬いた方が負け 先に呼んだ方が負け So we stood still and called it pride 夏だけが過ぎていった Mind games in the cornfield 誰も勝てない、誰も話さない 先に動いた方が負けなら このまま夏が終わってもいい I can hear your heartbeat through the leaves お前が折れるのを待ってたけど 俺も限界だった 先に動いた方が負け 先に動いた方が負け But we both moved too late — 気づいたら俺たちは 両方、もう負けてた Mind games in the cornfield 誰も勝てなかった、誰も知らない 先に動いた方が負けだから 二人とも動けなかった The summer ended, the corn grew tall ルールを決めたのは俺たちで ルールに殺されたのも、俺たちだ トウモロコシが枯れていく お前の名前、呼べばよかった The first one to move loses — だから俺たちは、何も残らなかった ♫ Mind games in the cornfield Nobody wins, nobody speaks If the first one to move is the loser Then maybe it's fine if summer ends like this I could hear your heartbeat through the leaves I kept waiting for you to break first But honestly I was already reaching my limit too Late August evening, the wind stopped completely The cornfields rose like walls around us I could feel you somewhere close But I stayed still Still refusing to move I felt you through the leaves Every breath, every little shift We both knew from the very beginning The first one to say a name would lose The first one to move loses The first one to fall loses So we stood there in the August heat Listening only to each other breathe Mind games in the cornfield Nobody wins, nobody speaks If the first one to move is the loser Then maybe it's fine if summer ends like this I could hear your heartbeat through the leaves I kept waiting for you to break first But honestly I was already reaching my limit too Holding my phone, typing something out Then deleting it again Third time tonight You did the exact same thing I found out much later Sweat running down my neck The smell of the fields stuck in my head Did I want to win? Or did I secretly want to lose? At some point I couldn't even tell anymore The first one to blink loses The first one to call loses So we stood still and called it pride While summer disappeared around us Mind games in the cornfield Nobody wins, nobody speaks If the first one to move is the loser Then maybe it's fine if summer ends like this I could hear your heartbeat through the leaves I kept waiting for you to break first But honestly I was already reaching my limit too The first one to move loses The first one to move loses But we both moved too late And before we realized it We had already both lost Mind games in the cornfield Nobody won, nobody knew Because the first one to move was supposed to lose Neither of us could move at all Summer ended while the corn kept growing taller We made the rules ourselves And we were the ones destroyed by them The corn slowly dried out I should've said your name "The first one to move loses" That's why nothing was left of us #邦ロック #エモい曲 #青春