Shuffling my feet down that grievous line
Spent all my money abroad running wild
Always the preacher to start something new
Never the valor to see it through
Mother calls in the early morn
Please return the things you loaned
I keep them longer just in case
Sat a year in the same place
If we meet at the bend
If we meet at the bend…
I could have warned you before I ran
Three golden words slipped out of my hand
Father calls in the early morn
Please return and come back home
I stay longer just in case
Sat a year in the same place
If we meet at the bend
If we meet at the bend
Eight hours apart
I’ll keep on holding onto your
Red tin heart
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024