From the only road
We took a path that went along the railway tracks
Til it got cold
I saw your arms curl, but you wouldn’t take my coat
So we walked on
With my chest pressed to your back
What a lark
Tripping through the dark
Your feet on mine
and the weight of our bodies entwined
Downstairs to your room
The basement smelled like make-up, TV turned up
Drowning out the noise
You said, sometimes at night I think I’m drowning
Get me out of here
Instead we fell asleep
And some nights
When the winter’s making light
I remind myself what we don’t begin can never end
And now that we’re just friends
We can talk for hours about almost anything
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