Lyrics
I pulled this dress from the back of the closet
Still smells like somewhere we went
Mirror says I look the same
Just a little more deliberate
Reed's great at bending everything
Except a beat that moves too fast
So I smooth the fabric at my waist
And let the moment pass
I don't rush, I don't explain
I wait for the count to land
This is a prism parade
The room adjusts when I arrive
I'm right here, then I'm not
Then I'm back before you decide
This is a prism parade
One step changes the view
If you're watching where I was
You're already behind the groove
Lipstick checks in the restroom line
Borrowed smiles, familiar jokes
Someone says, "This one's ours"
Before the needle even drops
Arms link up without a plan
Heels already know the floor
We don't need to lead the night
It opens when we walk through the door
No signals sent, no cues explained
Timing speaks our names
This is a prism parade
The room adjusts when I arrive
I'm right here, then I'm not
Then I'm back before you decide
This is a prism parade
One step changes the view
If you're watching where I was
You're already behind the groove
I'm so glad I get to pull this number out of the closet!
For as flexible as Reed is, he definitely has two left feet -
so I'll be glad to disco with the other ladies!
I don't vanish to be noticed
I just move when it feels right
If the room feels slightly different
That's not magic - that's timing
This is a prism parade
The room adjusts when I arrive
I'm right here, then I'm not
Then I'm back before you decide
This is a prism parade
One step changes the view
If you're watching where I was
You're already behind the groove