I ripped out the pages
Of all the love letters
That I told you
that I wrote you
I scattered them over
The rooftops of cities
Where I told you
that I loved you
And I've been thinking
More often than I would like
To admit
To your friends,
To your soul
Perhaps there has been something wrong
This whole time
And now there's a place in my chest
Where your heart used to rest
Sleeping right next to mine
And perhaps I left
My rib cage far too open and
It decided it would fly away
From me
In any case I am so sorely
Sorry
I'll be sitting here
Sitting pretty
'Till you come around
I'll be sitting here
Sitting pretty
'Till you come around
Looking for me
Again
Looking for me
You were always
Stubborn
The way that your
Eyes rolled back
Into your head
When I spoke
But honey,
You needed me
Wrapped in your arms
Each morning
Whenever
You woke
And I've been thinking
More often than I would like
To admit
To your friends,
To your soul
Perhaps there has been something wrong
This whole time
And now I am left with the keys
In my hands
And my fingertips are growing black
go tell her you love her
You idiot, hold her
And kiss her till you've got her back
I'll be sitting here
Sitting pretty
'Till you come around
Looking for me
I'll be sitting here
Sitting pretty
'Till you come around
Looking for me
Again
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 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