Some things are better left unsaid
I hear the echos
I lay awake in bed
I dream of something yellow
Not a writer's kiss
Call me a masochist
Something you won't forget
A yellow umbrella
I wanna' scream at the top of my lungs
Then cry a little
'Cause you know you've found the one
When it's worth the struggle
Not a writer's kiss
Call me a masochist
Something you'll never miss
A yellow umbrella
Not a writer's kiss
Call me a masochist
Something you won't forget
A yellow umbrella