Central Reservation - Beth Orton

Running down 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

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

I step through every shade

All the color you bring

This time, this time, this time

Is whatever I want it to mean

And everything and nothing is as sacred as we’d want it to be

When it’s really all

Make it really all

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

Well, might just glide right past

I’m stepping through brilliant shades

All the color you bring

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 really all compared to what