The Colour Yellow

The sirens harmonize up and down Dunlevy drive

While I think of you and the color yellow

'Cause when I squint both of my eyes

Angle my head to the right

I can look at us and think

"Damn, we were something special"

We were

The colour yellow

Nostalgia tinted lenses, dents in your daddies new Benz from

When he tried to sneak out past ten o'clock

You were coming up to get me, didn't quite finish the drive

Laughing every other word you said

"Mads, he's gonna kill me this time, he's gonna kill me this time!"

And yeah, you sure do clean up nice and I ain't too hard on the eyes

Looking through the stained glass pane of reminiscence

Do you miss it? Dancing in my kitchen

Baby, we were built for fiction and singing out of tune to "Mr. Jones"

Oh

Oh

So I squint both of my eyes and angle my head to the right

And I look at us and think "yeah, we were something special"

We were for a time

The colour yellow