dressed up in your sunday best
hair perfect a floral dress
stumbling down the isle with the nuns
what have we become?
the clacking of heels
the pain of hymns
cleanse my body
of its sins
the sight of flesh
that stained my eyes
please oh please
just end this life
i dont want to go back home
im so scared ill die alone
i cant stand who ive become
cant stand being anyone
so change my name
change my fate
tell me nothing good today
hold me close
hold me tight
long enough i wont survive
done up in your sunday best
hair matted, shoes a mess
stumbling down the isle with the nuns
what have we become?
get dressed up
cause its friday night
tell me how to feel alive
take me in
feel my flesh
tell me its something
worth a touch
i dont want to go back home
im so scared ill die alone
i cant stand who ive become
cant stand being anyone
so change my skin
ill change my clothes
dont leave me here
dont let me go
call my name
the one i know
so i can follow your ghost...
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