• It’s late at night, I’m hardly breathing
    Yellow’s daylight fright, is leaning in
    I can’t take this seething, pain
    What left is there to gain?

    You say colors, are the inspired thought
    For that I have sought, the amazing
    Only to come out, running on empty
    What does this life mean to me
    You, are the one,
    Who inspires my living
    Yellow like the sun
    I don’t mind you stringing me along

    Then, I realized your words started making sense
    And it is true, colors inspire
    They inspired me to write about you
    These colors are in your eyes, and heart
    And they tare me apart
    From this painted story
    Line

    Yellow meant happy, until you left
    Then it all turned grey
    As a stormy sky, rolled over mountains
    And in your eyes
    I saw yellow meant hiding
    Truth with lies

    Colors have a meaning this life is teasing me
    Till the beginning of a new chapter
    Yellow lights…
    Yellow lights…
    Yellow lights, painted a story
    Until yesterday