They say it comes in waves but it makes no sound
But it's more like a trickle and now I'm standing here with water all around
I am lost in the mire
I am caught
Paralysed
And words still make no sound
Remember all the times you had to turn away
And entertain the thought of going straight again
And words still make no sound
Clever boy you found yourself another way of digging in your heels and stepping on the brakes
And words still make no sound
It cuts through the din like a whisper in the rain
It comes creeping in and now I'm waist deep in the water once again
The tide is high and the river's overflowing
And still I don't know which way I'm going
I will wade out to the other side
I will drown in truths I can't deny
I am lost in the mire
I am caught
Paralysed
And words still make no sound
Remember all the times you had to turn away
And entertain the thought of going straight again
And words still make no sound
Clever boy you found yourself another way of digging in your heels and stepping on the brakes
And words still make no sound
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