The Hollies - Maker lyrics

(Clarke / Hicks / Nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams from my maker's eyes. Mountain-colored lilac in the distant haze. I would like to lie here, timing all my days Move past my window, sunshine is shimmering jack-o-lanterns glimmering, giant moths are flickering around. See, the moon is hiding underneath the sea. Pretty soon he'll venture to take a look at me. So I humbly stand here beneath his golden glow. Doesn't he remind me of somebody I know? I must be leaving, back to reality. Don't you just pity me? I could so easily stay here.