'the whole world fits inside my head at night and i tease it all apart , pull strands to examine the way this exists or that , but when i get out here with the light on , there 're so many people and i get lost in faces that i ca n't remember , that i never imagined , and the whole of existence begins to slip through my fingers , unravelling at an alarming rate until all i have are a bunch of threads and a cracked snowglobe leaking that water that is n't water .