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

I will always be your keys

when we are lost in the technicolor phase

I am he 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 and 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

You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are