I don’t want to steal from you
But you’ve got so much to give
You’re painting me a real nice picture
But I didn’t commission it
What do you expect now?
I ain’t got no cash on me
What do you expect now?
I don’t got no currency
I don’t want to steal from you
But you’ve got so much love for me
Looks like we’ve got an audience
Looks like they’ve got some common sense
Cause it’s all eyes on you and me
But you can see
I’m no different than anybody else
Have yet to grow up , have yet to feel myself
Yet it seems I crossed a threshold
At some point in time
Now I feel so alone at the turn of a dime
I can see myself moving in the crowd now
Getting old, getting sad fast now
Holding on tight to the past now
I don’t want to tell on you
But you’ve got somewhere to be
I wish that I could buy some time
Or a trick up your sleeve
What do you expect now?
I don’t got no currency
What do you expect now?
I ain’t got no cash on me
But you can see
You’re no different than anybody else
You’ve got to let go
You’ve got to ask for help
And yeah, I know it seems impossible
But you will be fine
Cause baby each and every happening
Can turn on a dime
You can see your friends moving in the crowd now
Moving hard, moving so fast now
Losing your grip on the past now
Losing your grip on the past now
I don’t want to steal from you
I don’t want to steal from you
It’s just the heat
I want to give it to you
I want you to want to give it to me
Just don’t want you to give it away for free
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024