Your mothers in the kitchen making coffee
we're sleeping off the beers we drank last night
hiding under covers from the cruel world
you whispered everything will be fine.
I remember seeing you the first time
an angel like I'd never seen before
all dressed up some party at your new place
my mouth was sure glued to your shag carpet floor.
Driving fifteen hours to see you
the joy I felt when I saw your face
I spent the next five days drunk and restless
a memory I hope never fades away.
I remember seeing you the last time
a long talk at your mothers house
I sat there crying at your bedside
while you pleaded with me to get out.
Sometimes I wish I could change things
other times i'm glad they're this way
cause I see the house we could've lived in
and then I watch it burn up in flames.
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