So feel the flat line
Face down in the time it took to fly
And speak a sure sound
Lining all your words with sugared ice

Well you live and you learn with
Every painful twist and  
Wasted turn

There’s no rhyme between the 
Time it takes to fly
And the time it takes to 
Clamber back to life

So feel the flat line
Smooth and steady
Nothing left to climb 
And change as you choose
If there’s something on your mind

After all this time...

Like a fever it hits
With a cold red mist
Bent bitter in the night
Caught up in a lie
Blood-shot
Hung up
On a said so
When you’re better off

No rhyme between the 
Time it takes to fly
And the time it takes to 
Clamber back to life

So feel the flat line
Set fire now the gale has blown behind
And sparks in your eyes
Shining with the tears you’d pushed aside

Oh, you live and you learn
With every painful twist
And wasted turn

Like a fever it hits
With cold red mist
Bent bitter in the night
Caught up in a lie
Blood-shot
Holding onto a said so
When you’re better off

Flatline

Drag Behind

02. Drifting

Billboard Lights

We are pleased to share the shoegaze track ‘June’ from indie band The Day via Sinnbus today. ‘June’ talks about friendship and how people drift apart when time and space get in the way of a good thing sometimes. Hazy and dreamy vocals cascade this track along with spaced out guitar notes.

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June

[PREMIERE] The Day - June

I Confess

Dream + Lie

aquila

3 a.m (demo)

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Vocal, lyrics: Nóra Ünnep
Music: B. R.

Lyrics:
My dreamplace looks nothing like yours
I can’t see swans, rainbows all around
But vivid cities with mended hearts

It’s time to shake the burden
of yearning, doubt

My throat is dry
I’ve drunk too much
My brain is tight
I’ve read too much
I know too much
I’ve heard too much
I’ve tasted too much

Way too much

Still I have hopes
I sit in the light
On the pure ray of the sun
in the light, in the light
On the pure ray of the sun

It can be done,
it can be done
it can be done, done, done, done

Vinyl

Discussion With The Inner Child

Rollo

02. Drifting

The Deepest Shade