Running down the central reservation
In last night's red dress,
I can still smell you on my fingers
And taste you on my breath
Stepping through brilliant shades,
All the color you bring,
This time, this time, this time,
Is whatever I want it to mean.
If this is where memories are made,
I'm gonna like what I see,
And everything that I ever took for granted,
I'm gonna let it be.
Stepping through brilliant shades
All the color you bring,
This time, this time, this time,
Is whatever I want it to mean.
And everything is sacred here
And nothing is as sacred as I
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,
I don't wish for it to last
Stepping through brilliant shades,
All the colors you bring,
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
And everything is sacred here,
And nothing is as sacred as I want it to be,
When it's really all compared to what.
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