Running down the central reservation

In last night's red dress

And I can still smell you on my fingers

And taste you on my breath



Stepping through brilliant shades

Of the color you bring

This time, this time, this time

Is whatever I want it to mean



If this is where memories are made, well

Gonna like what I see

And everything I ever took for granted

I'm gonna let it be

I step through every shade

Of the color you bring

But this time, this time, this time

Is whatever I want it to mean



And everything and nothing is

As sacred as we want it to be

When it's real. Make it real

Compared to what?



It's like living in the middle of the ocean

With no future, no past

And everything that's good about now

Might just glide right past

I'm stepping through brilliant shades

All the color you bring

This time, ths time, this time

Is fine just as it is



And everything is sacred here

And nothing is as sacred as I want it to be

When it's real

Compared to what