By the tide
Co-founder who surfs at dawn, journals every night, and has strong opinions about drops and transitions
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 4:47
- language
- En
lyrics
Nine candles, one fork, one slice On a chipped blue plate by the sink Barefoot on the tile at the coast I let the whole room slowly sink Salt on the window, June wind low My phone face-down by the bowl I picked the quiet for myself And kept my small, warm world whole Clock says seven-fifteen Ice in the glass goes clear No one to ask where I am Good, I wanted it here By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m fine By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m mine I cut a peach with a butter knife Left half on the cutting board A gull hit the rail outside Then the house got still once more Sweat on the neck of the soda can Sand in the cuff of my jeans I lit one match for the cinnamon cake Then watched it go out clean By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m fine By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m mine No long drive, no crowded bar Just me and the screen door hum I filled my cup, I took my time Let the evening come undone By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m fine By the tide By the tide By the tide I’m mine