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 am the black in the book

The letters on the pages that you memorize

And I am the orange in the overcast

A 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)