Yellow

Coming home, throw my leatherjacket on the floor

I drink a cup of coffee trough a book

Uh there ain't no wonders better on

Except the little dirty picture on the wall

On the screen it's very hard for me to see

Trough the haze of

Dying children

Dying children

Dying children

I grab a pen, try to draw a silly picture of a brain

Hoping that my own looked better

But it's all just bits of paper

And I am getting nowhere

This is just a very weak expression of how I felt that

Wooden, windy wedensday

Windy wedensday

Windy wedensday

I wanna do a masterpiece today

Paint pictures of the moments passed away-ay-ay-ay

Pour colors on the words I like

To say

Mm, on a brush there's a tiny yellow color remain

But I ain't gonn' give up on this now

Paint a sunroom on the seeling

Gonna make sure that it's blinding

This was just a very weak expression of how I felt that

Wooden windy wedensday

Windy wedensday

Windy wedensday

I wanna do a masterpiece today

Paint pictures of the moments passed away-ay-ay-ay

Pour colors on the words I like

To say