When the dust has settled on this lonely dance
When the hope is gone and you leave it all to chance
When the wind just picks you up and glides you home
When the glory days have gone you’re on your own
But your eyes can see and your feet can touch the ground
You can run away but you can’t escape the sound
I grow to love my bones, I grow to love my soul
The only things I know, now I’m on the road
When your light is shining on an empty space
On times you can’t recall but won’t erase
Say some words you don’t remember in their place
Dusty photographs to remind you of the face
But your eyes can see and your feet can touch the ground
You can run away but you can’t escape the sound
I grow to love my bones, I grow to love my soul
The only things I know, now I’m on the road
When the wind just picks you up and glides you home
When the glory days have gone you’re on your own
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
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024