I don't know where love goes after
The longing yearning for distant souls
And the maps they hold feel so old
And home is home, but its feeling cold
Soon doors will swing shut
There's more than what's inside my head
But it'll burn my hands off
If I believe the lies I'm fed
I don't know where I've been lately
There's no warm places left to go
This fear of love grows, blind to all I claim to know
Who's deserving? Who can really know?
Soon doors will swing shut
There's more than what's inside my head
But it'll burn my hands off
If I believe the lies I'm fed
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021