Where do we go from here my favorite friend
How do we mark that this isnt the end
Honey comb apples cinnamon spice
My heart is aching im trying to be nice
A calmness instilled
A glorious word
Hope like an angel
But fly like a bird
Im dreary and vapid and spit like a mule
Try and offer myself, Glorious fool
Aboard an aeroplane Sick in my throat
Aboard a cargo ship sinking boat
A patience instilled
Word like a sword
Wounded and bleeding
Returned to the herd
Im tired and lonely and sink like a stone
Do not forget me I kneel at your throne
Ever present, silent night
Humble beginnings, lifelong delight
Leaving footprints in plush summer grass
Try not to look for me in days long past
A calmness instilled
A glorious word
Hope like an angel
But fly like a bird
Where do we go from here my favorite friend
How do we mark that this isnt the end
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