G# He's old like the raspberry cold F# Coming in the window G# His gloom room F# Flowers blooming out like armadillos He looks to the left at the yellow lines Moving with the traffic His veins have turned to plastic blinds He was new like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view Where the stars were still laughing He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peach pie Never even wondered why Chorus: A# Go with the yellow light A#7 Your mind is a dandelion F The weight of your crooked spine Gm Is returning to snow D# A# And though you are mostly now machines C# Not electrical in dreams you're a rose He's old like the raspberry cold Coming in the window His gloom room Flowers then blooming out like armadillos He walks with the owls in the yellow moon Walks like a river lapping His blood is thick and tacking He was new like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view The stars were still laughing He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peach pie Never even wondered why Chorus He looks to the left He looks to the left He looks to the left He looks to the left | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A#7 C# D# F F# Gm G# |