We Painted Our Technicolor Dreams

Are you standing where I was?
All the days whispered back, just "love."
We lived in technicolor phases.
Draining our hearts, then filling them back in.
Sending our dreams back into the ocean.
Where are you, my colorless friend?
Can I fill your heart with the colors I'm dreaming?
Cause nothing is as it's always seemed.
It keeps changing colors with the way we spin.
Open up your chest, and let the hurricane in.
And the tiny painters will paint your heart.
It's not the end, but here, it's a start.
All the collectors run in, trying to collect your head.
Analyze the words you've written and
ignoring things you've said.
We'll swim away to the west coast
and catch your dreams back from the shore.
You're gonna rely on them, anymore.
We try to steal the stars from where they sit in the sky.
But we cannot reach, and why cry out why.
But the colorless waves are screaming "come here."
Cause we left our dreams on their shores
when we picked up our fear.
Lets go steal them back, carefully.
I'll use mine to pain the sky alive.
And stitch yours back inside your heart.
My colors just for yours to thrive.
The technicolor dreams I'll share
we'll meet yours where they're beginning to shine.
I'll follow you almost anywhere.
These dreams are for you now.
They're not mine.