The Technicolor Phase

I am the red in the rose, the flowers

On the blankets on your bedroom floor.

And I am the gray in the ghost that hides

With your clothes behind your closet door.



I am the green in the grass that bends back

From underneath your feet.

And I am the blue in your back alley view

Where the horizon and the rooftops meet.



If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors

Of the evening stars.

You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.

(Wherever you are)

(Wherever you are)



(I will always meet your gaze

When we are lost in the technicolor phase)



I am the black in the book

The letters on the pages that you memorize.

And I am the orange in the overcast

Of color that you visualize.



I am the white in the walls that soak up

All the sound when you cannot sleep.

And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach

That wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.



If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors

Of the evening stars. (my darling)

You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there

Wherever you are. (my darling)



(Wherever you are)

(Wherever you are)

(Wherever you are)