I’m waiting for the Russians
Streetlight rendez-vous
Last night I thought I was in control
But what did I know?
I’m waiting for the Russians
Blueprint in my attaché case
She’s my contact
I’m not accustomed to your pleasantries
And I don’t share any of your sympathies
I put a bullet in an envelope
And I sent it to my contact in the KGB
I’m sitting in a café
Who’s that behind the Express?
I just don't know who I can trust, anymore
I’m stepping on the pavement, paranoid
Cold wind blows from the East
Slaps my face and pulls my hair
I think he’s there
I’m waiting for the Russians
Defect to the East
I’m driven by conviction
I can’t resist
I’m waiting for the Russians
So hard, so beautiful
The lady never, ever smiles
She doesn’t need to
Your eyes were the last thing that I saw
Before I woke up on your cold hard floor
And you said you’d kept that bullet
And you said you’d give it back to me
Just close your eyes
If there was any justice we would have taken Paris
If there was any justice we would have taken Bonn
If there was any justice we would have taken Vienna
If there was any justice we would have taken them all
If there was any justice we would have taken Venice
If there was any justice we would have taken New York City
But there was no justice, no justice at all
Cold hearts burn hard
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