Holding my heart like the core of a apple
Holding my hand like a moss covered rock
Im stuck between a rock and a hard place
Youre the coins between two couch cushions
Holding my heart like the core of a apple
Tuck the seeds into your shirt pocket
You are only a few hundred miles away
Holding my hand like a moss covered rock
Clasp it tight so it won't slip away from you
Please be gentle ad speak to me kindly
My heart is tender and ripe for the picking
I will try but i can't protect myself
Seeds decay just as they always do
but sit them down in a dish and they'll sprout anew
Water them here and they will sprout there someday
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