Toes already frozen
Just starting to notice
Useless Flesh
Always seem to be talking
Still seem to be choking
On your lies.
I've got soap in my eyes and it's starting to burn.
Constantly rubbing
Don't want it to return.
Twist my words around my neck
Don't even know what you want to hear.
I'm turning blue.
I'd rather catch snowflakes on my tongue
Than to wait on what's to come
Behind these french doors.
Snow continues to fall
Bird continues to call my name.
Everything falling out of place.
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