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?