(chorus)
you found out, we can't predict decisions
you found out, the que sera sera's
I helped you in curing your illusions
but God it must have hurt when the forecast turned out wrong
(verse 1)
call me up when I feel down, tell me there's still good around
show me movies on her bed, about Australians and their dead
I never wanted to offend, but none of this will change the end
you'd give your trust and time to me, but my fear took priority
(chorus)
(verse 2)
I still recall that frigid house, we stayed there once when school was out
that white unpainted splotch of wall, was painted new with all our talks
my time there I remember well, but all your love couldn't hold back hell
I promise you I'll save this fire, I'll learn like you did from that scar
(last chorus)
you found out, we can't predict decisions
you found out, the que sera sera's
I helped you, in curing your illusions
but God it must have hurt, when your hopes all turned out wrong
The first solo release in over a decade from Bev Lee Harling is a personal travelogue filled with euphoric compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2021