Yellow

Yellow is the color of my mind A selection of the winds Who fly my dreams from roots To sights any more Selection means that I can hear your stories wasting time Treasures to the floor while Blowing bubbles to be round And I'm round I am the tears who flow your mind Through the rivers leaving earth To lonely sights The old dove sings the wind At least watch me burn But I can't follow any more She taught me an old wind From her childhood came to town And teached her how to run And how to keep her treasures around For ever more As the treasures were safe there was Just gray water around In this lighthouse Who was warm there was Just no reason to be caught Forever more It's the deepest secret Just the wind can know She refused to run And saw grey water grow And the treasure sing the wind At least let us burn But I can't follow any more Yellow is the color of my love I'm kneeling down And hold this frozen dove For ever more