There’s a light behind the window pane
Where the drunk remains of the girl you used to be sits
And making eyes at those lonely guys
Who would ever have thought it would come to this?
As the sirens burn their way downtown
There’s an uncomfortable atmosphere in this city
But your lips are bleeding
So you must be feeling something
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
As the night is wearing off
I may have miscalculated the whole situation
Cause those guys in black shirts are swarming like flies
And cutting rough on the Swing Kids
So Klara, dear Klara
Please understand I just want the best for you
So send a telegram to mother in Paris
And I hope I’ll see you soon
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
Dear Klara as I write to you from this prison cell
I would recommend proceeding with caution
Cause the night's drawn in
And decency is so old-fashioned
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
Tell Mother I love the both of you
Tell Gerhard the cigarette cards are his
As we march though this grim parade
Klara, we’ve got to hold our heads up high
Goodnight
Booming, ornate art-pop anthems mark Felicity Groom as an artist riding the line between high, visionary aesthetics and commercial appeal. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2020