Early morning, weekday fog
Bathroom crying, retail job
You don't want to be here long
Yellow on the motorway
You'll be out soon anyway
Take your legs outside and into the rectangle day
You said that you don't get why
you never seem to be alright
I'll say what I always say
I read this thing in a book once
It's not long now, love, til we reach the sea
and take our shoes and socks off and dash into the green
And I was thinking we could call in sick and they won't ever know
I'm always finding sand in the pockets of my clothes
I'm always finding sand in the pockets of my clothes
Deep sea diver
Taxi driver stopping at the mosque to pray
We could stay up
Have a power cut to see how we'd behave
Another pub night
Another slow grind you spend wondering what you do it for
This is what it's for
The time we slept soaked through out on the cliffs at Mullaghmore
It's not long now, love, til we reach the sea
and take our shoes and socks off and dash into the green
And I was thinking we could call in sick and they won't ever know
I'm always finding sand in the pockets of my clothes
I'm always finding sand in the pockets of my clothes
It's the hope. Through the sadness and anger at the current state of the world, Grace seems to sing hope and belief that people can, and want to, do better, and build something where we all fit. voxdumnonia
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