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