lyrics
It’s hard to be a worthy suitor
when you’re bringing in less than the piano tutor,
when you’re making love to a lofty future.
Can we get back down on all fours?
I’m the unknown quantity, a stranger to your needs.
Just a friend of the family, a guy the family feeds.
No outward sign of ambition,
I’m no material guy.
Just an orphan child eyeing up that gleaming set of wheels.
Are we going for a drive?
I’m the unknown quantity, a stranger to your needs.
Just a friend of the family, a guy the family feeds.
Our pleasantries are bitter-sweet, I’m a stranger to your needs.
Just a friend of the family, a guy the family feeds.
credits
from
The Letters (extracts),
released February 17, 2017
Paul Grundy: Texts, Voices, Guitar
Pol Desmurs: Bass, synths, piano, guitar, electronic sequences
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