Painting the skies
With vanishing colors
Blood on my hands
Scars on my skin
In my desolate planes
There's no place for the others
No emerald waves
No angels within
In the wastelands of mine
Hiding in the sun
For the lingering motion
Desperate time
In the wastelands of mine
All is left behind
For the glorious reason
Thunderous mind
Always afraid
Of the imminent wonders
My hands never touched
My eyes never seen
On the trails of the dead
On the moving horizon
Changing the lines
With the songs of the wind
So hard to believe
So easy to follow
The more I can feel
The more I repel
I drink from the dawn
I speak to the water
Without any hope
Without any fear
In the wastelands of mine
Hiding in the sun
For the lingering motion
Desperate time
In the wastelands of mine
All is left behind
For the glorious reason
Thunderous mind
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