There is a passage, a book and an alter of stone. Raised by the wings and the keepers of the unknown. Laid down to sleep awoke to the quiet echo of bones. Children are everything. Children hear everything. Find a key to a heart or a place with no soul. This is a way to travel, not by foot or boat.
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