vanilla twilight

I'm 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 /owl city t1