In your tea cup dear a storm appeared from the edge of your fingers to the depths of your throat
I knew it was clear that the tide had turned and that tide had learned that never looking back is the best way forward when it churns.
Tell me that your happy and I'l let down this guard
Tell me that your happy and I wont fall so hard.
So tell me two more times and then another three 'cause I am deaf to the sound of your voice killing me.
With a sound so sweet to a body beat. One lost soul with your upper lip kissing me.
Tell me that your happy and I'l let down this guard.
Tell me that your happy and I wont fall so hard.
Convince me that your happy
and I'l let down this guard.
Convince me that your happy
and I wont fall so hard.
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023