Jackson C. Frank. Yellow Walls. Zeneszám

yellow walls that shine like silver

dark green windows stare never closed

from yellow walls that shine like silver

through the hands I choose to hold



painting night life in searching question

cannot catch the shadow that is me

running naked and unmentioned

through the death of a saltless sea



no one knows me in the morning

no one sees me go walking by

and if I listen while no one answers

the winds can only echo a goodbye



while through your windows

and through your walls

I see you're made of crystal light

I see you running and never moving

I see you waiting for my knife



through yellow walls that shine like silver

dark green windows stare never clothes

through yellow walls that shine like silver

through the hands I choose to hold