Submotion Orchestra
eyeline
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In the darkness she'll disappear
Loaded dallies all she'll hear.
Speak not, speak not, for a while
Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
Soft like flower on the ground,
Laughing voices all around.
They're calling open your eyes
In places once alive.
Like fullest fly and treat the sorrows alike.
Speak not, speak not, for a while
Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
Speak not, speak not, for a while
Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
- Album:
- Colour Theory
- III
- Alium
- 1968 (EP)
- 1968
- In Gold
- It’s Not Me It’s You
- It’s Not Me It’s You - The Remixes
- Blind Spot - The Remixes
- Blind Spot
- It’s Not Me It’s You (Remixes)
- Love & Hate EP
- Love & Hate
- All yours
- Fragments
- Thinking (The Remixes, Pt. 2)
- Eyeline (Blocks and Escher Remix)
- Toolroom Records Selector Series: Manuel De La Mare, Vol. 17
- Finest Hour
- London Fashion District 5