| It must be the colors | |
| And the kids | |
| That keep me alive | |
| 'Cause the music is boring me to death | |
| It must just be the colors | |
| And the kids that keep me alive | |
| 'Cause I'd wanna go right away | |
| To a January night | |
| I built a shack with an old friend | |
| He was someone I could learn from | |
| Someone I could become | |
| Will you meet me down | |
| On a sandy beach | |
| We can roll up our jeans | |
| So the tide won't get us below the knees | |
| Yellow hair | |
| You are a funny bear | |
| Yellow hair | |
| You are such a funny bear | |
| Slender fingers | |
| Would hold me slender limbs would hold me | |
| And you could say my name | |
| Like you knew my name | |
| I could stay here | |
| Become someone different | |
| I could stay here | |
| Become someone better | |
| It's so hard to go in the city | |
| 'Cause you wanna say hello to everybody | |
| It's so hard to go into the city | |
| 'Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody | |
| When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky | |
| Now all we wanna do is go to red places | |
| And try to stay outta hell | |
| It must be the colors | |
| And the kids | |
| That keep me alive | |
| 'Cause the music is boring me to death | |
| it must just be the colors | |
| And it must just be the kids | |
| That keep me alive on this January night. | |
| Yellow hair | |
| You are a funny bear | |
| Yellow hair | |
| You are such a funny bear |