[Verse 1] You count the bills beneath the kitchen light While your little girl is waiting up tonight You say, “One more deal, then we’ll be alright” But you don’t see her face when you walk by
[Pre-Chorus] That paper promise starts to blur your view The more you hold, the less you notice who
[Chorus] Money makes a stranger of the man you were Turns a clear-eyed heart to a blur You can buy the room, you can lock the door But you can’t see what you’re losing anymore [Female backing vocals, echoed] What you’re losing anymore
[Verse 2] Your brother calls; you let it ring again A friend needs help, you ask what’s in it then You trade a quiet meal for one more win And call it living while the walls close in
[Pre-Chorus] That paper promise starts to blur your view The more you hold, the less you notice who
[Chorus] Money makes a stranger of the man you were Turns a clear-eyed heart to a blur You can buy the room, you can lock the door But you can’t see what you’re losing anymore [Female backing vocals, echoed] What you’re losing anymore
[Bridge] When the numbers fall and the night runs long Who will know the words to your old song? The hands you pushed away won’t wait forever A full safe can’t make a family gather [Female backing vocals, echoed] Gather… gather…
[Final Chorus] Money made a stranger of the man you were Turned a clear-eyed heart to a blur You bought the room, you locked the door Now you can see what you were blind for [Female backing vocals, echoed] Blind for… blind for…
[Outro] The morning comes, the table’s set for two One empty chair is looking back at you
Musikstil
Sad, restrained melodic rap with intimate male lead vocals, sparse piano and softly picked guitar, very minimal subdued backing, slow half-time groove. Clear English female backing vocals with a long echo on selected response phrases, mournful and distant. Close dry lead vocal against spacious echoed harmonies, gentle dynamics, understated arrangement that leaves plenty of room around the words.