Baby, I don’t feel right
There's a pain moving forward hopelessly shoreward
Veiled in moonlight
And, baby, it’s not the same
I’m left wanting more than these vaguely hollow
Memories
Dusty portraits, smiling through your teeth
Faded film could never hope to hide
Those counterfeit feelings, on glossy images
Of an artificial family
It’s all over now
She left you like she left me
All we are is squandered
For all we care
All we are is nowhere
Nowhere is here
Underneath the floorboards In this shallow age of ephemera
There lies a window into the hearts of men
Corrupted anima, bagged and widowed
To be reborn once again
All we are is squandered
For all we care
All we are is nowhere
Nowhere is here
All we are is put on
A thin veneer
All we are is nowhere
Nowhere is here
Resurrected from the grave
As the pawns in your game
Pulling strings from the rafters
We're MARIONETTES OF DISTANT MASTERS
supported by 10 fans who also own “Glass Menagerie”
Perhaps a softer, more “pop-forward” album compared to Inmazes and Witness however equally as effective. Vola simply know how to make approachable and great music. 8/10 RJ
supported by 10 fans who also own “Glass Menagerie”
I've always been on the fence about Elder. The musicianship was always there but it never clicked. Omens and Innate Passage have certainly changed that. QNdNas7kQgBG5fi