So the light's going down
I can hardly believe this is real
Not a hair out of place
And I never know quite how you feel
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
I never believed all the rumours
Don’t you know how the socialites talk
Washed down with absinthe or brandy
Your letters are left on the floor
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
Scurrilous rumours, insinuation
Terrible words
You never let them get you down
You just acted like you never heard
I remember the moment I met you
On Centre Court for the first time
And you are a Baron and you are so charming
And I can just make myself blind
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
And they can’t understand
I am complicit in this charade
So let us conspire
And let us retire and play cards
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