Sat at your table while you told me stories
of where you've been the past 20 years
Asked if I believed you I told you that I do
I can't believe that you're here
Do I look how you would've guessed
crows feet and cigarettes
I never fully left where we lived
Said you couldn't live down the past
your bulletproof vest a dream
of a house and three kids.
Your hair dye has faded out
there's so much to talk about
silence hangs heavy above
This party's full of pity
I'm still feeling shitty
the thirteenth drink instinct and love.
So instead I'll say my goodbyes
back home and good night
hope your doing well in the cold
He's there keeping you warm
keeping doors shut from the storm
but in the end we all die alone.
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