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
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, 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