Muted as a mustard yellow
You don't say much
I wish I had the nerve to say hello
I swear I'll stay in touch

On a dog day afternoon
Everyone else is in the pool
All of these people under estimate the water color blue

I've been running in a circle
In my minds eye looking for rain
I'm breaking a sweat
oh I'm a mess
And I don't know if I can
See through all of the clouds
Help me figure it out
Oh what does it mean
You're my tangerine
My mint cream tangerine

I'll help you pick a peach morning dress
A Tuesday in your Sunday best
Listening to your old cassettes
Wondering when the sun had set
And I'm tossing and turning
Searching for pieces outside my self
All the lines are blurring
Mm
all I could see are your pastels

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): Sean Fischer, Timothy Ferguson