My love is a yellow rose
On a thorny vine, it grows
So it comes, so it goes
My love is a yellow rose
My heart is a sinking ship
Slips through your fingertips
Cross my eyes, seal my lips
My tongue is a speeding train
'Round the world and back again
Some depart, some remain
My tongue is a speeding train
We have words for what we've seen
We have time for all we know
To let it right, oh, let it be
Let it go
Oh-woah
My voice is a broken bone
Set and healing on its own
On and off, all alone
My voice is a broken bone
And we have words for what we see
We have time for all we know
We have got to let it be
Let it go
And my love is a yellow rose
As good as any I suppose
In our bed, a garden grows
