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) [Repeat x2] (I will always be 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) [Repeat x3]