I know that the past isn't gone, the path it is long and if we are strong, we'll get along. To find us living in houses so fine, won't have a dime, but we'll be alright and warm through the night.
You, worn by the trust that was scorned, aggrieved and forlorn, you'll search for a home, we'll find you alone. While they wade through the mass of the grief, the changing of leaves can grant no relief or alter beliefs.
If those around then can hold up their end, you may have a friend and fences to mend, though you may never bend. We sit by a cliff on a chair, hope and despair, acutely aware of what's not really there.
You view me in rose-coloured hues, I bring you no news, you'd feign be amused. He knows he'll be fine in the end, he waits and pretends like he's made his amends 'til it's too late to defend.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024