The Technicolor Phase, Owl City
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 he 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]*2
( I will always be your keys 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)*3
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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