Standing in your canyon
Waiting for the rain to fall
Carving your name and
Measuring your height on walls
Gazing through windows
Running out of time
Watching as everything falls apart in front of your eyes
And Kites
Flying over hills
They're doing what they like
We're doing what we will
Things evolving slowly
Crawling on your hands and knees
Sipping from aluminum cans and
Learning not to fuck with bees
Pray for your family
Your father is on TV
Dreaming of swimming
Somewhere far across the sea
And Kites
Flying overhead
To sing us something nice
And tuck us into bed
Adding up days
Adding up days
Adding up days
All the claw machines are rigged
Your figuring out life is tough
Contemplating outcomes
Trying not to fall in love
Traveling through time till
Nothing is the way it was
Hiding in the 1990's
Afraid of what you might become
And Kites
Out of our control
Extinguishing the lights
Houses in a row
It's always been Kites
Turning into UFOs
And crashing through the night
Over people's homes
Adding up days
Adding up days
adding up days
Adding up days
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
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter