Sun goes down now it’s back in the cage of black cloth drapes. The keystone kids keep kicking beats. Where it comes from, they don’t know. Last one knocked down get back in the race so the rent gets paid. We must reap what we sow but you’re stuck in the night. Those lights and sounds they burn my eyes.
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