I keep the summer in a frame, forget the fall outside

that's how I make a living

I keep on running my own game, I let no one inside

this is where I'm driven



You know nothing about my aim, you know nothing at all

and that's the reason why I'm hiding

sometimes I can feel afraid, but I was told to let nothing on

and anyway, I'm too old to be crying



An maybe I'm just being too sensitive

But things can seem overly intensive

withdrawn life, yelling world

Yellow me



No, I ain't expecting nothing of anybody else

but too much of myself

And I've managed to hold on the past two years

holding back forbidden tears and hidden fears

I watch the sunset from my bed

I watch the sun come up again, and that's what makes me older

My only friend is at the end of the world

the girl is just like me, and that's the reason I never call her



An maybe I'm just being too sensitive

But things can get overly intensive

withdrawn life, yellow sun

Well, old me

Yellow me



And I'm too scared to seattle down

I can't find the nerve to find my place in this forgotten town

Your voice on the line again asking how I'm doing

that's a tough question

I guess we're getting to an end



An maybe I'm just being too sensitive

Or you were born overly intensive

withdrawn life, jealous man

Yellow me

Yellow me

Yellow me