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Della Rae Hutchins

AT THE WINDOW

Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence

style

  • country pop
  • narrative songwriting
  • acoustic guitar
  • subtle banjo
  • warm female vocal
  • clear and storytelling
  • big polished chorus
  • bridge key change
  • radio production
  • southern american drawl

the numbers

bpm
152
key
A# major
energy
0.69
dance
0.94
valence
0.42
vocal at
3.9s
length
3:04
language
En

lyrics

(at the window)

Eleven years of thinking I was slipping something past him
Eleven years of twenty minutes stolen off a clock
And every single one of them he stood there with a cup
And watched the road across the water for my lights

At the window (at the window)
He was always at the window
Timing it, at the window
At the window

At the window, at the window, at the window
The man was never once not paying attention
At the window, at the window, at the window
And he let me have my secret anyway, for years

(key change up)
I do the long way still. I did it Thursday. In the rain.
And I looked across the water at a small square of light
and I thought: he's there. And the kettle just went on.

At the window, at the window, at the window
The man was never once not paying attention
At the window, at the window, at the window
And he let me have my secret anyway, for years

(at the window...)