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