Lessons learned through burn holes in my sleeves won’t let me figure out how to leave. It’s the corners of smiles that leak words meant to be left for more desperate times than these. It’s the corners of rooms left locked and unseen by me. I have my own reasons for spreading myself thin. I need to remain passively involved in everything.
I’m feeling more and more at home when I am left alone. I can feel your eyes blushing my face. I can see your tail lights and I’m fine. The rain can cure me with time and I know your eyes can darken the sky.
I’ve been losing track of time I’ve spent waiting on the sun to rise. My eyes never close because I’m filling my mind with your tail lights and I’m fine. But you don’t approve of what’s on my mind. Such eyes see me dig up the feet I’ve planted. My mind is willing my body needs the rain because the rain is religious.
The rain won’t come unless you’re crying and I won’t stop until I hear lighting. The feeling of starting over is fleeting when I am sober.
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
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