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)
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)