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) [Repeat x2]

(I will always be 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) [Repeat x3]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ADAM R. YOUNG