Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do.

They were all yellow,

I came along writing a song for you and all the things you do.

It was called yellow,

So then I took my time, what a thing to've done and it was all yellow.

You're skin and bones turned in to something beautiful

and you know I love you so.

I wander aimlessly, my white wings outstretched to the edge of the world.

Inch by inch, foot by foot, I float closer to nowhere, closer to nothing.

A world reveals itself under me, as I observe with lonesome eyes.

Endless it may seem, this empty life is more complete that anything.

The illustrious mountain top, with its sprinkle of snow and flurry of forest.

Emerging from the world beneath my wings, he recognizes my existence.

that sole soul reaches out to me, touches me, knows me.

The mountain stands sedentary, yet tall and proud, his own existence visible.

I approach him, adore him, understand him, praise him for the gift he has given me.

I pass through his radiant landscapes, every detail appreciated, all memories cherished.

My grasp loosens as I drift further and further to what lies ahead.

Yet on this path i chose, I bring the knowledge that one day i will return.

Return to him, return from my journey through a now edgeless world.

Gary