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 turn 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 

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 lairs 

And tense when we look down and realize 

That nothing really suspends us 

But it was never just another Saturday night 

Not with you in attendance 

So throw 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 

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 

And it's a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us 

It 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 

And 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'll try to fill the echoless night 

So 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 we pass right through it 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 not 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