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 ARE 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 (CHORUS) 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 ARE 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 (CHORUS)