Each moment is a statement
but we're at loss for words.
So when it comes for me to speak up
everything is slurred.
I'll give hours for a second of your time and your attention.
I'll trade my voice to cut the distance.
If you would only listen.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes,
I'll just hope that I'll be fine since I won't find my way out.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes
and I won't find my way out.
Left wayward, speechless, and dying to begin
a story better lived.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes
and you're so hard to figure out.
I see no reason in riddles but at least they're more pleasant than lies.
Each moment is a statement
we fail to understand,
it happens all the time and will happen again.
They're never loud enough for anyone to listen,
but those words are too sincere to go wasted on whispers.
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024
The aptly-named Floating in Space write songs as big as the night sky, misty layers of synth dotted with rolling, elegiac piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2016