Lyrics:

It was 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 it hits me right, oh, it's almost too much to take

And it's got right angle laser 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
And 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 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'em 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 Envelopes 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 gold glitter
And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter
We exhaust ourselves trying to get there

Somebody scream, "alright!"
We'll try to fill the echo-less night
We'll fasten up and hold tight
We can't give up without a fight
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 whenever we die we dissolve equations, unbalance riddles unsolved
And we were never connected or involved
Except for the intersections of crazy mathematics
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place
And they 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