Yellow
Headed out west until concrete became dirt
Words of the best poets confessed my same hurt
The radio played a song I didn’t know
When love is laid strong it’s hard to let go
She was a blonde naturally dyed
With a golden cross crucified
Yellow is the color of the stars
Yellow is melody of my guitars
I saw the sun set on the deep blue ocean
Judgment is done while we keep true emotion
Seagulls’ song so strong over the crashing waves
To whatever we serve we become slaves
She was a blonde naturally dyed
With a golden cross crucified
Yellow is the color of the stars
Yellow is melody of my guitars
I sought redemption in a lab making meth
For a formidable fee we dealt double death
I found religion while at a garage sale
If you never try well then you never fail
Checking out the checkout girl I was wrong
I offered salvation in the form of song
The witch queen of the dream had a crystal ball
You only want nothing when you got it all
She was a blonde naturally dyed
With a golden cross crucified
Yellow is the color of the stars
Yellow is melody of my guitars
I recall how I held you in the cold night
There is something deeper beyond wrong and right
Mysteries and wonders why did I let you go?
You were everything you were my yellow
She was a blonde naturally died
With a golden cross crucified
Yellow is the color of the stars
Yellow is melody of my guitars
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