Lyrics

The moon is posing like a marigold. I miss that old silver spoon. The smoke is thick, but it's no barbecue. This yellow makes me blue. It's coming in from miles and miles away. The news of blazes makes me numb. We've run the tab, and now it's coming due. This yellow makes me blue. Can't afford to walk away, where could we run to? You look after me and I'll watch over you. The moon is posing like a dandelion, and I'm just tryin' to play the tune. The stars are out there, but they're out of view. This yellow makes me blue. Can't afford to walk away, where could we run to?
You look after me and I'll watch over you. I try to focus on the close at hand, on things my sanity requires: a cup of tea, the daisies next to you. This yellow makes me blue.