I I have something to show you. It says that the clouds are coming, a hurricane, swirling around like a dream forever lost in a sea of smoke. I want to show you how I know, what I see in the dark when my eyes are closed. My mind is open, wandering around in space lost in oblivion like a soul, alone in a foreign desert with no voices, no hope. Let me show you, I can open my hand in yours, feel what I see, see what I feel.