In My Technicolor World
On a perfect day, at the very start of May
With the wind in my face, and the sun behind clouds
On a perfect day, in a silent kind of way
With a skip in my pace, far from curious crowds
You and I encounter one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my Technicolor world
On a perfect day, I feel sculpted out of clay
I'm a hundred pounds light, and reflections aren't there
On a perfect day, when I feel like El Rey
I'm as high as a kite on Excedrin to care
You and I go skipping through the skies here at dusk
In joy and snarky comments galore
We watch the oysters think the Walrus won't use his tusk
The Carpenter's passed out in Baltimore
You and I, our fingers in a lock
Shall ignore the ticking clock, made of gossamer and pearl
In my Technicolor world
In my Technicolor world, all the rainbow boys and girls
Slip from shells of sepia tone, and fly all the colors known
In my Technicolor world, in plum and kiwi swirl
All the trees are orange pink, with magenta ale to drink
A paradise for paradise's sake
A gentler utopia for this uptstanding rake
Goodbye days of monochrome, hello afternoons in Rome
Nights of colors, yet unseen, hidden shades of grey and green
Paints my world with all the colors of you
Coolest red and hottest blue, you know what to do
Paint my world with all the colors of you
Coolest red and hottest blue, you know what to do
On a perfect day, if in it I'd any say
With my hand in your hair, and your hand on my heart
On a perfect day, I could serve you on a tray
Near the Indigo fair, on the Kodachrome chart
You and I envelop one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my Technicolor world
With the wind in my face, and the sun behind clouds
On a perfect day, in a silent kind of way
With a skip in my pace, far from curious crowds
You and I encounter one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my Technicolor world
On a perfect day, I feel sculpted out of clay
I'm a hundred pounds light, and reflections aren't there
On a perfect day, when I feel like El Rey
I'm as high as a kite on Excedrin to care
You and I go skipping through the skies here at dusk
In joy and snarky comments galore
We watch the oysters think the Walrus won't use his tusk
The Carpenter's passed out in Baltimore
You and I, our fingers in a lock
Shall ignore the ticking clock, made of gossamer and pearl
In my Technicolor world
In my Technicolor world, all the rainbow boys and girls
Slip from shells of sepia tone, and fly all the colors known
In my Technicolor world, in plum and kiwi swirl
All the trees are orange pink, with magenta ale to drink
A paradise for paradise's sake
A gentler utopia for this uptstanding rake
Goodbye days of monochrome, hello afternoons in Rome
Nights of colors, yet unseen, hidden shades of grey and green
Paints my world with all the colors of you
Coolest red and hottest blue, you know what to do
Paint my world with all the colors of you
Coolest red and hottest blue, you know what to do
On a perfect day, if in it I'd any say
With my hand in your hair, and your hand on my heart
On a perfect day, I could serve you on a tray
Near the Indigo fair, on the Kodachrome chart
You and I envelop one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my Technicolor world
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Writer(s): James Booth
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