Smell Of Yellow And Black

Its O.K.

Seems so cliche

You open that door

Its O.K. if I think a lot about it

Its O.K. they all play with fire

And I turn and you open the door

And it takes more than I've got

And you're breathin' down my neck

When the face is in my face

When you're breathin' down my neck

Its O.K. if I think a lot about it

Its O.K. they all play with fire

When the face is in my face

And the moment seems real

With a moment in time

When the face is in my face

And the moment seems real

For a moment in time

Burrow child

Dig in your soul child

Don't ever let it go

Cause you can fly

At least on the inside

For a moment in time it can be ours

For a little while