Yellow Cry, a Season Shy

Everywhere there's a fragrant haze
A little touch of innocence in the air
Oh, baby, this romance is a maze
Sprinkle a bit of your magic fare

Is this a song lifting us up, baby
Oh no, darling, we've made it this high
Are these impressions of us, honey
Are these the taste of our revelry

Shine right through this magic crowd
Tastefully melted without a doubt
She swayed into a spiralling shroud
Elegantly made up, oh let her be loud

Let's pack that suitcase, and take off
Let's touch a heart, and make it a start
Fly up to the Himalayas, to the top of
And sit there counting shooting stars

Or maybe today, baby let's take it slow
Let's go around saving lost souls
How about we cry out and let words flow
Just remember our space, time and love

Shine right through this magic crowd
Tastefully melted without a doubt
She swayed into a spiralling shroud
Elegantly made up, oh let her be loud