The Technicolor Phase

Lyrics by：Adam R. Young

Composed by：Adam R. Young

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

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

Wherever you are wherever you are wherever you are