Belongs to the breakup
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 5.3s
- length
- 4:12
- language
- En
lyrics
Your shirt on the chair by the fridge Three cups on the table all day At the Metrorail window I watch Your name in the glass drift away The kettle still clicks at six ten The radio hums in the hall I fold up your scarf by the door Like nothing can answer the call I used to sing it slow Now the words cut low You left the tune on the floor And I can't wear it anymore Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup It left with your shoes It left with your ring Now every small thing Sings the same old sting At Adderley taxis pull in Past bread crates and salt from the bay I hear our old chorus in queues In a voice that won't stay the same Your mug by the sink takes the light Your key in the bowl stays cold I tried to keep time in my chest But time let your side be sold Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup It left with your shoes It left with your ring Now every small thing Sings the same old sting On Long Street, a bus passes slow Blue paint, cracked window, rain I smile at the kids by the corner Then your laugh comes back again Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup It left with your shoes It left with your ring Now every small thing Sings the same old sting