From the recording Don Quixote
Our story begins on a foggy night, you feel your hands dampen as you hang on to what suspends you from the ground. You are aware you can't hold on forever. Wishing to escape, you let go of what you’ve been dangling from. You land. You feel the floor pulse beneath your feet. You follow this pulse to a path leading to a transparent reflection. You pass through into a fantasy.
Lyrics
I'm clouded, it's foggy in here.
I see you in Front of me everywhere I go.
I'm dangling, inches from the ground.
My stomach in complete curls.
But no one could pull me away from situations that that would try my patience.
The rhythm.
The pulsing inside that I felt was unison with your breathing
Scattered actions with no correlation
pure elation hung up on a whim.
We'll separate quicker than butter and honey,
and honey, I hope you stay sane