He's old like the raspberry cold Coming in the window His gloom room flowers blooming out like armadillos He looks to the left at the yellow lines Moving with the traffic His veins have turned to plastic blinds ♪ He was new like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view Where the stars were still laughing He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peach pie Never even wondered why Go with the yellow light Your mind is a dandelion The weight of your crooked spine is returning to snow They know, you were mostly our machines Not electrical in dreams, oh ♪ He's old like the raspberry cold coming in the window His gloom room flowers then blooming out like armadillos He walks with the owls and the yellow moon Walks like a river lapping His blood is thick and tacky ♪ He was new, like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view The stars were still laughing He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peach pie Never even wondered why Go with the yellow light Your mind is a dandelion The weight of your crooked spine is returning to snow They know you were mostly our machines Not electrical in dreams, oh-oh ♪ He looks to the left He looks to the left He looks to the left...