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 be your keys)

(When we are lost in the technicolor phase)

I'm 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)