Two Yellow Songs Lyrics

Yellow skirt

Made of linens and such

I never learned

To tell fabric by touch

In this life

There's so much

We ain't discussed

But sometimes things that get said

Get stuck in your head

Like what'd you call it?

In that southern melancholic

Way you got about your speech

But never preachy as your momma

Said "There's the parts that we keep,

And what comes after 'and' and comma,

And all at once we'll be at peace

With all our circumstance and trauma."

Much better than anything I've ever said out loud

As a matter of fact, I think I love you

As a matter of fact, I know I do

Take a piece of me and put it above you

Could you spin me in the air?

Use imagination, there's a chance

And hold my hand

Like what'd you call it?

In that southern melancholic

Way you got about your speech

But never preachy as your momma

Said "There's the parts that we keep,

And what comes after 'and' and comma,

And all at once we'll be at peace

With all our circumstance and trauma."

Much better than anything I've ever said out loud