Elara sat on the edge of her balcony, thirty floors up, watching the neon veins of the metropolis pulse below. It was 3:00 AM, the hour she usually reserved for dissolving. She hadn't slept in two days. The doctors called it insomnia; she called it a frequency shift. She felt tuned into the static of the world, a radio receiver stuck between stations.
"The Last Thing on Your Mind" closes the album with contemplative lyrics and a restrained arrangement, emphasizing the album’s central motifs of communication and finality. lights the listening albumrar