Running down to a 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

But 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 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?
Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

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
Of the color you bring
But this time, this 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?

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Ba da ba

Ba da ba
Yeah yeah