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