Border Guard
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 2.3s
- length
- 1:51
- language
- En
lyrics
(eh, eh) Frankfurt, half six, a man with my passport and my whole name He looked at it, looked at me, and then he tried it Got it wrong. Tried again. Got it closer. Handed it back. (handed it back) Twelve seconds. He spent twelve seconds. I nearly cried. Nobody has ever done that (done that) Not one teacher in fourteen years of school Border guard (border guard) A stranger in a booth did what my whole school couldn't Border guard Twelve seconds is the entire price of respect Mi mama says I'm being dramatic and she is right It's a name, it's a sound, it's not a moral position And also I have thought about it every week since March (since March, since March) Both things. Dramatic and permanent. That's how small things work. I said thank you and he looked confused. He'd done nothing. To him he'd done nothing. That's what makes it count. He wasn't performing. Border guard (border guard) A stranger in a booth did what my whole school couldn't Border guard Twelve seconds is the entire price of respect (twelve seconds...)
