And you live life with your arms reached out. Eye to eye when speaking. Enter rooms with great joyous shouts, happy to be meeting. And bright, bright, bright, bright as yellow, warm as yellow.
And I do not want to be a rose. I do not wish to be pale pink, but flower scarlet, flower gold. And have no thorns to distance me,
but be bright, bright, bright, bright as yellow, warm as yellow.
Even if I'm shouting, even if I'm shouting here inside. Even if I'm shouting, do you see that I'm wanting, that I want to be so, so bright, bright, bright, bright as yellow, warm as yellow.
