Foxgloves

The wind is blowing the foxgloves down
January is hanging around

I am dreaming yellow, spring (2x)

Trimble, do you remember me?
I said, “Sometimes is takes delirium”.

And the foxgloves are a warm, winter brown,
I haven’t seen you around.

I am dreaming yellow, spring (3x)

(Inst. Break)

Your paints, your brush, your bodies’ blue and red…
My words, I tried so hard to rescue us.

And the foxgloves are a worn, winter, brown,
I don’t even know if you’re in town

I heard her singing, “yellow” spring,
Crying yellow, yellow, spring…
I’ve never known colors like these…
I am dreaming, I am dreaming spring
I am dreaming, I am dreaming spring,
I am dreaming, I am dreaming spring,
Sweet yellow.