While you were crying in the front seat of your car
I sat alone.
I was reminded how life has passed me by.
As I wrote with pain stained finger tips
I used the streetlights to find some reason on a page,
through the lens of a camera that knows what I've seen
more than I ever have.
I am dead behind these bloodshot eyes.
This heart of mine has become blind.
I guess these stars of mine have died.
I guess these stars of mine have faded in these city lights.
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