Still the pulse survives The conscious candour of our conversation Lovely as you are I see the strain, the pain, the degradation Strips of light delightful Either side of bars so thick and wide You hide them with a colourful sigh Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able To receive me like a favourite chair Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me Ever warmer, even after you're not here Could I be a boat for you a while? Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile? Could I be a boat for you And navigate this weight for you? Could I be a boat for you a while? You are the yellow flower of my youth The scent of nothing wasted With little left to prove Oh, graceful evergreen you take me Over every hill I ever dreamed And others, just illusions Only seeming to be Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able To receive me like a favourite chair Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me Ever warmer, even after you're not here Could I be a boat for you a while? Could I stay afloat for you to sail in your smile? Could I be a boat for you And navigate this weight for you? Could I be a boat for you a while?