Atay In Space

6. That Moment (2:34)
One minute of silence stretched into a track. Field recordings, detuned piano, and sax murmurs. It’s a memory frozen in static.

That Moment

Sultry, understated RnB groove with jazzy undertones. A song about connection without words, where glances tell the whole story.

Lyrics :

The Immigrants  "Eyes Talk First"

[Intro] 
Light on my feet, Sharp with my eyes, No words needed, Just the skies.
[Verse 1] 
He threw a look, no words were said, Shot an arrow straight to my head. One blink, one smile, that’s all it took, Wrote our story without a book.
Couldn’t fake it, couldn’t fight, Love hit fast, it hit right. It’s a crime to let that fade, When the heart already made its trade.
[Chorus] 
Light on my feet, heart on my sleeve, One little glance and I believe. Eyes talk first, mouths stay closed, Love writes in ways no one knows. Light on my feet, dancing slow, Where his eyes, his heart, his soul go.
[Verse 2] 
Always playing, pulling strings, With silent looks, and hidden wings. Afraid to lean, afraid he’ll slide, Afraid to lose that secret tide.
Hold it loose but hold it real, Talk with my lashes what I can’t reveal. If I act cold, he might turn away, If I play soft, he might stay.
[Chorus] 
Light on my feet, heart on my sleeve, One little glance and I believe. Eyes talk first, mouths stay closed, Love writes in ways no one knows. Light on my feet, dancing slow, Where his eyes, his heart, his soul go.
[Bridge]
When the right eyes find you, No noise, no fight. Just a blink... and you know it's right.
[Outro] 
Light on my feet, Eyes talk first, Light on my feet, No words, just burst...

Eyes Talk First

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