there is a path I walk
and I told myself I know myself enough
to get lost
and still find my way back home
ill toughen up
face the consequence head on
god knows id give a whole lot more for somewhere I belong
I talk to the moon
I told her im in someone elses bed
this is someone elses room
im too tired for conversation
But too desperate to refuse
I dont wanna keep on living here in someone elses shoes
the more that I walk this way
the more I realise that I despise the way
that ive changed
its a cold unwelcome feeling to be brave
in the face
of the cold unwanted traces of decay
from the tips of my toes
to the top of my brain
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020