Her heart doesn't change in her bedroom,
Her hair won't look nice, 'til someone said.
It get's cold lying in bed alone.
Said a lot doesn't change, but the clouds do.
A lot doesn't change, but the rain comes.
It get's cold, so listen now close.
She's waiting for someone to cut her down,
like a tree she gets naked, when it's cold.
She don't believe in being alone.
She's out tonight, out tonight on her own.
He buys her a drink, takes her number.
But I don't think, he's gonna call.
He spills a double whiskey down her dress by mistake.
Tells her that she needs to take it off,
Tells her that she needs to take it off.
They go back to hers, her and David.
I've got a feeling that she knows, it's not his name.
She cries, while he gets himself to sleep.
Said a lot doesn't change.
She's waiting for someone to cut her down,
like a tree she gets naked, when it's cold.
She drinks until she feels it in her stomach so much - that she can't feel her soul.
She's out tonight, out tonight on her own.
A lot can be said, for this lady.
She plays the piano and knows, how to dance.
She's got a heart, made of pure gold.
But it's covered in coal.
She's waiting for someone to cut her down,
like a tree she gets naked, when it's cold.
She don't believe in being alone.
She's out tonight, out tonight on her own.
credits
from Goldsmoor EP,
released June 20, 2013
Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Keys: Daniel Greenwood
Drums: Jack Tann
Saxaphone: Jake Heath
Cello: Jacob Bride
Backing vocal: Rosie from That's What She Said
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