At the bus stop
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 4.2s
- length
- 3:48
- language
- En
lyrics
Noon on Gratiot, corner bench, cracked white paint Your sleeve brushed mine, and I lost my saint Bus forty-three hissed by, doors loud and slow You laughed at my hand, said, "You move too slow" You checked the route on your cracked phone screen I held my breath like I’d never been seen Your knuckles on the pole, my coat on your arm The clock on the shelter hit five-twelve harm At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop We crossed that line Half a sheet of rain, your hair on your cheek You asked for my gum, then leaned in to speak I passed you the pack, you touched my wrist That small hard moment, I couldn't resist At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop We crossed that line Heaven in the turnstile, steel in the rain Your shoulder met mine, and changed my name The driver waved twice, the engine growled low I knew by your eyes, but I let it go At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop At the bus stop We crossed that line