Back and Forth The Dismemberment Plan

[Verse 1]
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, 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
That silver thread embedded 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 the fear of looking down and seeing
That nothing really suspends us
But it was never just another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance

[Chorus]
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
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