People are falling all over the place Searching their minds for an intimate space When did the timing lead up to this point Short intermissions we wasted, disjoint Scattered our logic to keep what remains The incomprehensible parts of our brains Calloused completely in every way Wanting to speak but we've nothing to say Where is the portal through which I can climb Will it give me entry back into my mind People are falling and now I am too I went off the edge when I walked into *you
title taken from/inspired by Oceana's (now Polyenso) collaboration with The Undesigned