Backseat quiet, backseat quiet
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.42
- vocal at
- 7.2s
- length
- 2:43
- language
- Ta
lyrics
Your slipper leaves dust by the mat My keys in the tray, your bag by the strap The fan turns slow on the Tata dashboard Your bangles rest quiet, soft and worn Signal dies near the old biriyani shop You lean on the glass, let the whole thing stop I know that look, I know that peace Two cup holders, one calm release Backseat quiet, backseat quiet Backseat quiet, backseat quiet We don’t need words tonight Backseat quiet, backseat quiet The clock on the metro bridge says nine ten Your phone face-down, and mine too, then The packet of chips gets passed with care Cold mint on your tongue, humid hair Backseat quiet, backseat quiet Backseat quiet, backseat quiet We don’t need words tonight Backseat quiet, backseat quiet At the signal by the booked cab stand You touch my sleeve with your left hand No questions, no rush, no explain Just the road and the rain-pane Backseat quiet, backseat quiet Backseat quiet, backseat quiet We don’t need words tonight Backseat quiet, backseat quiet