I don't know if I'm singing at all
I got thanked for talking someone
out of suicide today, or at least the threat
and I'd like to spin a self mythology

So I hunker down, focus, crowd up to
this vague edge in this vague direction
I'll reach past pandering for the dark band
and I reach my hand in

This frightens me, no it doesn't, yes it does
I feel for the imaginary bulb of darkness
I could unscrew it or tighten it or smash it
or I could just write about it