QUAINT AFFAIR
Words & Music by Alison Galea, Ian Schranz, Mark Sansone
The sunlight hits the lonely streets
Love despairs for the one in my bed
It’s a quaint affair with an air of defeat
Because nothing’s easy nothing’s easy when it’s wrong
It’s harder not to never never ever have to love
Love in a sense loves himself
Maybe undressed calls me his darling
With that stare and those hands, come back again
‘Cause the things that now deceive me I know I’ll never care to understand
A thought recurred for hours and hours
Could I pretend that the man in my bed
Is the one I hold dear but then that’s unfair
‘Cause my love is easy Love is easier to share
It’s harder not to never never ever have to love
Love in a sense loves himself
Maybe undressed calls me his darling
With that stare and those hands, come back again
‘Cause the one who’s in here sleeping I know I’ll never care to understand