Maybe I’ll cry like a songbird sings
Like that songbird, that songbird one morning,
One morning…
The city wakes up here, the moment night fled
But I can’t bring myself out of bed
Maybe it’s all too much for me
Cannot stand here and crumble
When I’m not even free
Come on and take me home,
These walls break so easy
I cannot see a rainbow when the rain won’t stop on me
I'll never see what that songbird sees
What that songbird sees.
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