Darling please, let's not pretend
That you don't know just where I been.
You ain't gotta say I done you wrong.
What I did I can't defend,
But I hope that I can make amends.
I know you'd have done better on your own.
Chorus:
Oh, God, please talk to me now.
What can I do to change?
I will do whatever will allow
Me to be a righteous man.
Did you know right from the start
That I was gonna break your heart?
I guess that it ain't like I told you so.
I wove my lies into an art,
Until, piece by piece, you fell apart.
Then I took those pieces for my own.
Chorus
Give me fire, give me hell,
But spare the wrath of Annabelle,
And for my sins, I swear I will atone.
Her sobbing rang out like a bell,
The sounding of my doleful knell
Echoing into the great unknown.
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