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With my gaze fixed upon the tower, I kick my kotatsu off of my legs.
My funny ears perk up to the grotesque sounds of Cat Radio.
The moon is watching down upon me and so I must depart,
Is the awful line this cat spits as he meows and sets off.

One who believes in the tower's legend and climbs to its top is the kind of idiot I wanna be.
Over the corrugated rooftops and higher still, receptive to its strange signal.

Inside the depths is a storm, now thrashing up waves, as I speed faster than the wind.
Following the rim of the moonlight I climb my way up the tower.
All you have to do is pick your ears clean and open them wide.
Even if you’re an incompetent oaf, even if you’re the worthless man that I am.

“You’re such an idiot for climbing the tower, meow!”
The village cats all chant in concert.
Oh Grandpa, oh Grandma, I must surely depart.
I’m sorry, or well really, off I go and see you soon!

To highest heights, to highest heights, to highest heights I go. To highest heights, to highest heights, to highest heights I go.
Higher, and higher, up and up I climb. Higher, and higher, up and up I climb.
Higher, and higher, up and up I climb. Higher, and higher, up and up I climb.
To highest heights, to highest heights, to highest heights I go. Higher, and higher, and higher.

I climb further and further up to the top, smacked into a wall of the signal’s waves.
The catchy music flowing from my earphones fuzzes into noise.
Invisible wings are worthless to me: Make no light of this youthful nerve, you bastards!
A blazing soul is right now enshrined inside a pawpad of flesh.

Heaven! Skies for us to climb. That’s Cat Radio subculture.
Heaven! Skies for us to climb. Or something like that.