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I’ve written in a few places about how deeply The Head and the Heart’s Lost in My Mind moves me. Now that I’ve played Dragon Age: Inquisition it has a new layer of meaning for me. I picture Solas, humming this song as he’s painting the mural of your Inquisitor’s story. I imagine the lyrics running through his mind when he’s talking about or to the Dalish.

Most strongly, I want to see him singing this with Abelas, the perfectly pitched, civilized howl of loss and yearning and hope for moving forward. Solas sings the first two verses and Abelas the third then they burst the hearts of shemlen everywhere with the emotion of the chorus, sung together.

Excepting a minor anachronism the words fit beautifully for a pair of ancient elves embarking on a painful journey out of the past to which they’ve clung for so long.
The song and that image of them bring bittersweet tears to the eyes of my Lavellan Inquisitor. Okay, maybe to mine. Just a little.

While I recover my emotions from the wreck picturing our beautiful, bald elves harmonizing has made of them, have a listen to the song and read the lyrics.


Put your dreams away for now
I won't see you for some time
I am lost in my mind
I get lost in my mind

Momma once told me
You're already home where you feel loved
I am lost in my mind
I get lost in my mind
[beautiful, painful wailing]

Oh, my brother
Your wisdom is older than me
And oh, my brother
Don't you worry 'bout me
Don't you worry
Don't you worry, don't worry about me
[gorgeous harmonized mourning]

How's that bricklayin' comin'?
How's your engine runnin'?
Is that bridge gettin' built?
Are your hands gettin' filled?
Won't you tell me, my brother?

'Cause there are stars
Up above
We can start
Moving forward
[heart-rending, muted howls]

How's that bricklayin' comin'?
How's your engine runnin'?
Is that bridge gettin' built?
Are your hands gettin' filled?
Won't you tell me, my brother?

'Cause there are stars
Up above
We can start
Moving forward

Lost in my mind
Lost in my mind
Oh I get lost in my mind
Lost, I get lost
I get lost in my mind
Lost in my mind
Yes I get lost in my mind
Lost, I get lost
I get lost
Oh I get lost
Oh I get...

Tell me that doesn’t bring you a heavy, deep sigh of angst-y, elf-y satisfaction, my darlings. Does it not make you want to find poor, bumbling Solas so you can hug him reassuringly? “I know did your best,” you could tell him, perhaps a little tearfully. “You tried to stop a war that was hurting people. You couldn’t have known.”

Don’t bring up the orb. You can lay into him about Corypheus later. For now, stroke that smooth egg of a head where it rests wearily on your shoulder and let him know you understand how it all went wrong despite his best intentions.

Aw, now I’m picturing FleMythal doing this, giving Solas some solace while this song plays in the background. Then she joins him to get lost together in his mind.

I’m going to need some more tissues. A reprise of Solas and Abelas singing Lost in My Mind is now my official soundtrack of the final scene in Inquisition.