Driving through the fog
I couldn't tell which way was down
Three rabbits on the road
A message from a different realm
The hum of something new
The sharp metallic blue
And yes, you know I love it when we are both looking straight at me
But I'm feeling multiplied, feeling far away from what I need
Whoa, what is sick?
What is part of it?
I want to be the color of the pool
I want to hold the fire, part of fuel
And I can't see a place where I wouldn't let it follow me
Moving currents in the air, sensing shifting energy
The moment before a crash
The sound of breaking glass
