Still the pulse survives
The conscious candour of our conversation

Lovely as you are
I see the strain, the pain, 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 tears 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 ever gain this weight 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 hill I've ever been
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 tears 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 ever gain this weight for you

Could I be a boat for you a while?