Sometimes you see lyrics that seem to be written about you. This is one of those songs for me, unfortunately. Four years ago, one of my sons died by suicide. "What is it you want, what is it you need" is what I should have been asking him. Since he has been gone, drowning in my memories and blurred edges all around me fit quite well. And there is no hope of ever seeing him again, as with any hope that is in a paper boat on water. But I can go on, because strangely he lives on in this type of music, which I would never have heard if he had not told me about the music he loved. P. S. The apostrophe needs to be removed from "she'd" in the first line.