You're my bell and I'm the southern breeze
I tried to hold you but I made you scream.
True songs of love have no ears to hear,
You're my faith and I'm the Catholic fear.
Underneath my breathing
There's a heart that can't be bought
I tried to show you darling
But you couldn't get passed its rot.
You're the snow and I'm the smell of cold
You're the beauty and I'm impossible to hold,
You're my bell, I hear you echo out
Why do I always heal the flood with drought?
Underneath the tree where we grew up
There were leaves just falling
We let the dead cover us.
Brian Fallon's lyrics are always outstanding, but since this album focuses less on vocal melody and more on vocal delivery (ex. last verse of Cherry Blossoms) his imagery comes alive tenfold Daniel West
Just found this cover and it's awesome and worth checking out. My favorite Counting Crows song and this version is as if Blake Schwarzenbach and Adam Duritz had a child, which sounds pretty sweet Daniel West
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2020
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