The Technicolor Phase
I am the red in the roseThe flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floorAnd I am the gray in the ghostThat hides with your clothes behind your closet door
I am the green in the grassThat bends back from underneath your feetAnd I am the blue in your back alley viewWhere the horizon and the rooftops meet
If you cut me I suppose I would bleedThe colors of the evening starsYou 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 am the black in the bookThe letters on the pages that you memorizeAnd I am the orange in the overcastOf color that you visualize
I am the white in the wallsThat soak up all the sound when you cannot sleepAnd I am the peach in the starfish on the beachThat wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep
If you cut me I suppose I would bleedThe 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)