Turbulent indigo, the maelstrom in my head

Coalescing echos, a thousand basement ghosts

Storms fall from your eyes, goddess born of thunder

Steeples of light scattered endless rain

All the miles I tread upon fall away

Seconds fall to hours, fall to days

Do I get to start again or have I closed the gates to heaven?

And now I'm on the edge, I'm hanging by a thread at Bodega Head

That wish I wasn't here, I feel it creeping in the shadows

Cloak and dagger seasons, stick the knife in deep

Floating in the night above the lunar tide

The sea starts to glow, so I fall inside, yeah

All the miles I tread upon fall away

Seconds fall to hours, fall to days

Do I get to start again or have I closed the gates to heaven?

And now I'm on the edge, I'm hanging by a thread at Bodega Head

I'm drowning in my own skin, clawing for another breath

Another chance, why can't I just let go of all my old sorrow?

Just let me go

Bound inside this fragile flesh inside my chest

I want to let me go, I want to feel the glow

Feel the glow

All the miles I tread upon fall away

Seconds fall to hours, fall to days

Do I get to start again or have I closed the gates to heaven?

And now I'm on the edge, I'm hanging by a thread at Bodega Head

I'm on the edge, I'm hanging by a thread at Bodega Head

I made a dying wish that real love might exist and it is everywhere

I held a fading dream, and felt it swallow me

[Research Subject]

I see everything in color. Everything. You have to see the air. You can't believe it! And... and the dimensions and all the prisms and the rays and everything coming down through you and moving...

[Dr. Sidney Cohen]

What does this all mean to you?

[Research Subject]

You know it went through me? It passed right through me!

[Cohen]

Could you feel it?

[Research Subject]

I was-- it was-- I was-- I was... me? There wasn't any "me."