Just a random call
We talk about nothing at all.
Just a friendly hug
And I can’t breathe at all.
The way you read my mood,
My mind and my heart,
Just like an open book
That tells my story
Just the gentlest touch,
I tingle to my toes.
Just the sweetest smile
Your dark eyes melt my soul
Just passing by
You stayed long, easy hours
Of chat, and tea
And company
And stirring in my heart
Ooh, just a throwaway line
Told me you were mine,
But it didn’t mean a thing.
There’s no fool like an old fool
Playing a game I just can’t win
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