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