The fountain was so very cold
But between us warmth evolved
As the flame grew the moth flew enchanted by
Through the bushes through the trees
The view through our pupils above the bees
Framed a flicker and flutter fantastically
That was something those early days
That was a tenderness in a tender place
And those stars that shone in our eyes
Connected together, plotted our guise
Stir up the past
And view it through age and tell me its changed
I bet that you won't that you can't
Now that the new was getting old
And stale autumn was looming on
I felt the most for you away up in
The moth then flew to close to the flame but despite it's best efforts it couldn't get away
Stir up the past
And view it through age and tell me its changed
I bet that you won't that you can't
Remember a day
A day that was wasted was probably the closest we came to the way we should have felt
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
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