Style.

Blues that leave me hanging,
My yellow fading in front of you.
Your head on my shoulder all along,
As we cross the roads so not travelled.

Mounting hills, beauty at its peak,
Just a kiss to seal, how'sit so easy?
Falling along the way your hand in mine,
Finding New York in a café, the warmth in the night.

The flowing black that your friends adore,
The pink on my shirt that I adore,
Holding my breath, where are we now?
I think I'll follow you, as you go along.