A takeaway sunshine

and I've got I've got
a takeaway sunshine

in the house without the roof
on top of the world
and in the field the yellow field
of the flowers of the sun

in the house without the doors
on the trail of all the rainbows
and in the yellow field I am
a servant to all colours

in the house without the windows
at an ashen edge
and in the field the yellow field
the thoughts of pollen breath