Psychic Chasms - Neon Indian

Mind waves rolling through

Carry me far into the tide

Where all my thoughts are found

Colored haze slowly looms

Piercing through like sulfur fumes

While I’m just contemplating sounds

Distant looks from your face

Take me to another place and time

Where we were never found

Night drains just to wake

In the end, it’s always fake

And all your thoughts, been left to drown