Borrowed word, borrowed word
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 4.7s
- length
- 3:48
- language
- En
lyrics
At the payphone by the line, I said your word today It came out sharp like a wrench, then it stayed On the blue lunch pail lid, I traced it in chalk Now it rides my tongue at work, and I hear myself talk Past the gate at six a.m., I felt it slip in In the locker room mirror, I watched it begin Might be small, but it stuck like oil on my hand I said it twice more, and I still don't understand Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word It lives in my mouth It lives in my mouth Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word I say it your way I say it your way On the bus down Jefferson, I caught my own trace In the window over Eastown, it sat on my face My mother at the sink said, "Boy, that's not your sound" But the same one rolled back when the shift clock wound In the break room by the sink, I washed my steel cup The same word hit my teeth, then it would not let up I tried my old name for it, but it turned cold and thin That borrowed little thing keeps climbing back in Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word It lives in my mouth It lives in my mouth Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word I say it your way I say it your way Past the siren and the smoke, I heard it plain Same word on my tongue, same salt, same stain If I let it stay, then it changes my face Right here in Detroit, it takes up space Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word It lives in my mouth It lives in my mouth Borrowed word, borrowed word Borrowed word, borrowed word I say it your way I say it your way