25 Oct 1999
Well, there's a kind of music that reminds me of you
It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts
And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi
Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache
And if it hits me right it's almost too much to take
And it's got right angle razor thin lines
That curve and swerve like perfect sines
As we dress to the nines in an
Attempt to leave it all behind
In a search of the moment between the seconds where everything is just fine
For that silver thread imbedded deep within our spines
And I used to be kind of weird about this
A fear of dependence on a guilty gilt-edged hedged transcendence
That makes us liars and tense
For fear of looking down and seeing that nothing really suspends us
But it was never just another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance
So put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
It's on a whim; it's on a dare
To shrug away what we can't bear
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
So it's a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us and connects us
A pulsing cellophane party-train skein that helps us and envelops
and keeps us locked inside
Forever and ever along for the ride
And we're moving through a phosphorescent gel
A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it's a funny notion, isn't it?
Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it
And it's rigged and isn't nearly so big
And it speaks only of its own perpetual near miss
Like the uncertain memory of a stranger's mistaken kiss
As faces slide by in glowing shadows
Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down
In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers
In a landscape of endless dull glitter
And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter
And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there
Somebody scream—all right
We try to fill the echoless night
Oh fasten up and hold tight
We can't give up without a fight
And we're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve
Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved
And we were never connected or involved
Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place
And it'll pass right through us without a trace
And sometimes that music drifts through my car
On a spring night when anything is possible
And I close my eyes and I nod my head
And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten
Because you'll always be my hero
Even if I never see you again
It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts
And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi
Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache
And if it hits me right it's almost too much to take
And it's got right angle razor thin lines
That curve and swerve like perfect sines
As we dress to the nines in an
Attempt to leave it all behind
In a search of the moment between the seconds where everything is just fine
For that silver thread imbedded deep within our spines
And I used to be kind of weird about this
A fear of dependence on a guilty gilt-edged hedged transcendence
That makes us liars and tense
For fear of looking down and seeing that nothing really suspends us
But it was never just another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance
So put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
It's on a whim; it's on a dare
To shrug away what we can't bear
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
So it's a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us and connects us
A pulsing cellophane party-train skein that helps us and envelops
and keeps us locked inside
Forever and ever along for the ride
And we're moving through a phosphorescent gel
A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it's a funny notion, isn't it?
Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it
And it's rigged and isn't nearly so big
And it speaks only of its own perpetual near miss
Like the uncertain memory of a stranger's mistaken kiss
As faces slide by in glowing shadows
Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down
In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers
In a landscape of endless dull glitter
And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter
And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there
Somebody scream—all right
We try to fill the echoless night
Oh fasten up and hold tight
We can't give up without a fight
And we're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We're going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve
Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved
And we were never connected or involved
Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place
And it'll pass right through us without a trace
And sometimes that music drifts through my car
On a spring night when anything is possible
And I close my eyes and I nod my head
And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten
Because you'll always be my hero
Even if I never see you again
