Back when 2000 was the future
Those years are an abandoned playground
On the way into the 90s
Wanting at least everything

No feeling to rely on
Didn’t like sleeping didn't like waking up
Another unrecorded childhood
In endless analogue days

Flash of meditation
When I think of what it could be like
Getting washed away by music

Wishing I was folded up inside your heartbeats
Waiting for the moment when
Heavy doors become open wings
For forbidden things
I was just the  messenger
Just the messenger

On the precipice of growing up
So low down I couldn't see tomorrow
On the abyss of the future
Dreaming of a valid life

Love was always unrequited
One of many minor injustices
Words your most powerful actions
Easy to follow your voice

Flash of meditation
When I think of what it could be like
Getting washed away by music

Wishing I was folded up inside your heartbeats
Waiting for the moment when
Heavy doors become open wings
For forbidden things
I was just the  messenger
Just the messenger

Messenger

Irish singer-songwriter crafting intimate, stripped-down acoustic songs with poetic lyrics and heartfelt melodies. Now based in Barcelona, I blend folk, indie, and subtle jazz influences, inviting listeners into raw, emotional storytelling—just voice, guitar or piano, and pure feeling.

Messenger

Séan Teahan