I am the red
In the rose,
The flowers on the blankets
On your bedroom floor.
And I am the grayIn 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 viewWhere 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 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
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)
