This song reminds me of the night sea - friends’ warmth behind the frosty north wind. Lyrics lick painfully at memories, remembering eyes and arms. Why does it blur the sea and he so perfectly? I am lost in myself, no longer knowing tenderness. I am a sad little tree in a desert at night. Stars and inky blue skies make the sweeping red dunes purple as the sun yields to the pale milk of the moon. Yet I am cursed to see beauty alone. Just blood and electricity rush through dormant synapses that withered all when lives became memory.