You pretend you don't know what's going on
But I see right through it
You're not to blame for all of my pain
If you feign ignorance
I gave you the benefit of the doubt for so long
But I can't do it
I'm lifting the veil on your bullshit now
All your fake innocence
I know who you are and I know what you've done
To how many others? How long has this gone on?
We fall and we cry but you had no clue
And we're left here with no map that leads over you
We fall and we cry but you had no clue
Still I'm left here searching for the bridge to get over you
Oh, oh
We fall and we cry but you had no clue
And we're left here with no map that leads over you
We fall and we cry but you had no clue
Still I'm left here searching for the bridge to get over, bridge to get over you
I'm searching for the bridge to get over, bridge to get over you
I'm searching for the bridge to get over, bridge to get over you
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