A [Fine] Frenzy

When you can't explain what's going on in your head and heart, you have license to steal others' attempts. 

Stitch in your knitted brow

And you don't know how

You're gonna get out

Crushed under heavy chest

Trying to catch your breath

But it always beats you by a step, all right now

Making the best of it

Playing the hand you get

You're not alone in this

There's hope for the hopeless

There's hope for the hopeless

There's hope

Cold in a summer breeze

Yeah, you're shivering

On your bended knee

Still, when your heart is sore

And the heavens pour

Like a willow bending with the storm you'll make it

...

—A Fine Frenzy

Oh God, lead me. My compass has been demagnetized.