Some girls are pretty or so it seems
it all depends on the light you see
Some girls are trippy or so it feels
it all depends on the night you see

Sad stories everywhere
come unto these yellow sands
Bad news everywhere
Come unto these yellow sands

You feel so young and mellow
when sands are soft and yellow
no-one you want to follow
when sands are soft and yellow

Some days are gloomy or so it feels
It all depends on the light of your mind
Confessions is all we need
it is hard when you´re older than trees

Sad stories everywhere
Come unto these yellow sands
Bad news everywhere
come unto these yellow sands

You feel so young and mellow
when sands are soft and yellow
no-one you want to follow
When sands are soft and yellow

Oh no it´s dawning
the sun takes you away
you´ve got any wine left in your glass

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