imogen heap is like when you are mind reading in first person and third at the same, heap songs sound entrancing in the same way that being a fairy is enchanting, except you are trapped in the desert of a music box slowly falling in love with the ballerina lost to time, and think about what else around the music box you can find lost to time, until you are lost to the sands of time yourself, it makes falling in love with what slumbers within the life you left behind, and the one you see ahead of you never felt like it was as confusing as now, it’s like that.