Borrowed name, borrowed name
Co-founder who surfs at dawn, journals every night, and has strong opinions about drops and transitions
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 4:14
- language
- En
lyrics
I said your name for the salt On the rim of my glass at dawn In the Venice Beach parking lot You laughed and said I’d got it wrong My key on the counter went cold Your towel hung off the chair Now I call it by your word And catch myself in the air I tried to say it my way But your sound stayed in my mouth Soft on the tip of my tongue Like tide rolling out Borrowed name, borrowed name Borrowed name, borrowed name I keep using your word Borrowed name, borrowed name At 7:12, the kettle clicked I labeled the jar with your tag By the open window, I folded jeans And called the soft blue rag The grocery bag on the floor Held limes, a loaf, and ice When I reached for the usual word Your version fit just right Borrowed name, borrowed name Borrowed name, borrowed name I keep using your word Borrowed name, borrowed name Out on PCH, windows down The fog sat low on the hood I heard it once, then I kept it Like a wave I understood Borrowed name, borrowed name Borrowed name, borrowed name I keep using your word Borrowed name, borrowed name