Yellow days
And your face is in a pillow
It's grey outside
And you've lost the urge to go anywhere
You never leave your house
You're all out of things to talk about
You said you'd sell that shiny car
Cause you've got no where to be
Said get a grip, Life is passing you by
Have sleep-filled nights when you die
There's so much sacrifice on my shoulders
More as we get older
You're only young once you better use it right
No second chances when death is at your bedside
Can I get it right this time
Will I get it right this time
Will I get it right
Can I get it right this time
Will I get it right
Yellow days, Yellow Days
Yellow days, Yellow Days
Yellow days, Yellow Days
Yellow days, Yellow Yellow Yellow Days
