Yellow Flower - KT Tunstall

Still the pulse survives

The conscious candour of our conversation

Lovely as you are

I see the pain, the strain, the degradation

Strips of light delightful

Either side of bars so thick and wide

You hide them with a colourful sigh

Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able

To receive me like a favourite chair

Soaking up the tea as if by magic it’ll make me

Ever warmer even after you’re not here

Could I be a boat for you a while?

Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?

Could I be a boat for you

And navigate this way for you?

Could I be a boat for you a while?

You are the yellow flower of my youth

The scent of nothing wasted

With little left to prove

Oh graceful evergreen, you take me

Over every hill I ever dreamed

And others, just illusions

Only seeming to be

Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able

To receive me like a favourite chair

Soaking up the tea as if by magic it’ll make me

Ever warmer even after you’re not here

Could I be a boat for you a while?

Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?

Could I be a boat for you

And navigate this way for you?

Could I be a boat for you a while?