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There’s a yellow door in Chiswick cross the street and down the road I bet she never noticed on her way back home from school I bet she crossed her knees in gym class and gave the finger to the boys Tuned out the teachers ‘cause that’s just noise But Pollyanna Rose would know the difference ‘cause she don’t see blue and red She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head And you can tell her everything is changing but that’s not enough to fix the stuff each morning throws at Pollyanna Rose Days pass and grins don’t last when there’s no sunshine around The temperature has always been her way to find a mood And the augury says colder with a chance of facial rain You best find shelter when she’s in pain But Pollyanna Rose won’t run for cover ‘cause she won’t see blue and red She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head And you can tell her everything’s still changing and she’s still got time to kill the vine that never grows for Pollyanna Rose Tea time’s a deadly grind if she ain’t had no shuteye like the day before she was born And promises they treat her like that new year’s morning But Pollyanna Rose is so forgiving she don’t see blue and red She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head And when she sees nothing’s ever changing ‘cause you won’t decide to choose a side from friends or foes she says “I’m fine, I suppose” (Thanks to Mandy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania