If you’re not here to listen
Tell me what’s the point in playing alone
If you’re not here to read my notebook
What’s the point in writing songs
I don’t see the point in trying to gaze at sunlight
When the window is always closed
Why should I paint my wall with colors
If the skies are always filled with clouds
There’s no point at all, it’s been so tricky
I see no point at all, we better let things flow
Streets are getting dark
Streets are getting narrow
Streets are taking you far away from home
Tell me something I don’t know
If you’re not here to see me
Tell me why should I get dressed up a lot
If you’re not here to see my pictures
What’s the point in drawing alone
I don’t see the point in trying to gaze at moonlight
When the window is always closed
Why should I paint my world with colors
If your eyes are always filled with clouds
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024