BOTTLE CAP
Grew up between a fishing dock and a sound system and writes like both
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 17.4s
- length
- 2:37
- language
- Sp
lyrics
(waves, then a bottle opener's psst) Listen... it's too hot to be shy. You flipped the cap off with your ring Cold cola, glass bead-sweating You drank your half and passed it slow Now every sip's an undertow (psst... ahh) The afternoon has nowhere to be And neither, baby, do we (do we, do we) Hold on, hold on to me (hold on) The tide can take the rest, agreed? Hold on, hold on to me Barefoot on a burning street Hold on, hold on to me Sweet as sugar in the heat Hold on, hold on to me (ay... hold on) My little moped, faded green Two helmets and a cracked windscreen You climbed on laughing at the smoke Your arms around me — that's the joke (putt... putt... on purpose) The street lamps blink themselves awake Let's give the moon a small heartbreak (stay out, stay out) Hold on, hold on to me (hold on) The tide can take the rest, agreed? Hold on, hold on to me Barefoot on a burning street Hold on, hold on to me Sweet as sugar in the heat Hold on, hold on to me (ay... hold on) If summer's got an ending planned It'll have to pry your hand Out of my salty hand (no, no... not yet) Hold on, hold on to me Hold on, hold on to me Hold on, hold on to me Hold on, hold on to me (hold on!) (psst... ahh) Hold on... hold on... (the moped won't start — good)