We go back to the days of old.
And we see the life we've been dreaming of.
So we run through the fields of gold.
Till we find a place we can see it all.
Never stop until we're gone.
The highest peaks we overcome.
Cast them out into the water.
Imaginary sons and daughters.
Remember where we're coming from.
And forget the things we've done.
So many ghost to call our own.
You know you want it too much.
But it'll never be enough.
I think it's time we call it off.
Can we really call this love?
And our blood will run like silver.
And our scars will shine like gold.
And we'll never see our skin as something whole.
And our lungs are breathing fire.
And our eyes become so cold.
And we'll never see that treasure any more.
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