Let us drive into the vermillion sunset

It was Proust
Who said those wise words
Remembrance of things past
is not necessarily
Remembrance of things as they were
So help me see the truth
Help me be free
Help me forget those false pictures
Help me remember to breathe
Lead me onto the road to nowhere
On a torrid summer afternoon
Past the boulevard with the rollerblading lovers
And highways adorned with palm trees
Let's keep driving, escaping, disappearing
A hundred miles across the silent coarse desert
Another a hundred by the murmuring soft sea
Let us drive into the vermillion sunset
with reckless abandon, with dangerous speed
Make me fucking feel again
Make me shout, make me bleed
out all of the emptiness
that still afflicts me
Then underneath a blanket of glittering stars
Please take me in a wordless embrace
Lying on the bonnet of an 84 Testarossa
Staring into the darkest pockets of deep space
As balmy zephyrs caress our cheeks
And the crickets come out to play
I'll let go of all those memories
that caused me so much pain.