I’ve been thinking for days, between tall boys and hazy memories
About all the times, whether or not I crossed your mind.
Behind those bright eyes, is there a spot that I reside?
Or am I just in my head, instead of really in your bed.
I’m obsessed with your sigh, the content one you heave when I reply with nothing to say
We just waste away our Saturday.
In our hometown, we’ll just lay around.
No labels, who cares it’s stable?
And now your two weeks late, complaining all those headaches
And I’m just holding my own, treading water rising in my bedroom.
I’m drowning in your eyes, the watery ones you have when you cry.
Right now it’s sink or swim, as we own up to our only sin.
In our home town, we’ll just lay around
No labels, they say things they don’t know.
And take my heart, take it off my sleeve, cause I can’t manage anything.
So take my backbones, sell them off for gold, cause I don’t need them, I don’t need them.
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
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