Come Find Me (with Clementine Douglas)

It seems someone is lost not on a map, but inside their own head. Everything is spinning, shimmering, stars in the distance, and not a single solid foothold beneath my feet. It's like there's a step forward, but it's like walking on air, not on sand. The voice doesn't call imploringly, but with a kind of gentle desperation, as if salvation didn't look like a shore, but like someone's hands reaching out from the darkness. It sounds like the moment before dawn, when your heart beats a little faster than normal and your thoughts are torn between "just a little more" and "stop running." In this light, everything is fragile, like a mirage, and even madness seems almost cosy if there's someone to find it.