Killing time, as the blind walk alone at night,
Tried to dumb it down but it’s still alive.
Wait in line, for the next trip that won’t arrive,
Bound by nothing but the question why.
If we cannot sing to the sun, we’re done.
Before we waste our goodbyes,
The gun is loaded but I guess it’s mine to fire (this time),
Unto the never-ending mile,
I'm burning daylight and the midnight oil with hope & denial.
‘Coz when we kissed it was like the stars came out,
Like everything was made for us,
Although I never truly knew your love,
All of the same it was worth it, just to feel alive.
Now it’s like I’d never have known ya, under the over,
Like coaxing blood from a boulder,
Trying to show ya.
Before we waste our goodbyes,
The gun is loaded but I guess it’s mine to fire (this time),
Unto the never-ending mile,
I'm burning daylight and the midnight oil with hope & denial.
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
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