Can’t delete, can’t look
Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 2.9s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- Si
lyrics
I swipe past the album, thumb wet from the rain Your face on the screen in the train to Bambalapitiya lane At the red light, my phone goes cold in my hand One photo, one glance, and I can't make it stand I lock the screen, then I unlock it again The fan turns slow in the corner by ten I keep it in the folder named after that day My finger says go, then it pulls away Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look That one frame stays put That one frame stays put On Galle Road evening, the tuk-tuk shakes dust Your smile in the thumbnail still gathering rust The battery drops low, the charger hangs loose I turn off the phone, but the picture cuts through I tell myself later, I tell myself now The screen lights up blue in the dark of the house Your sandal by the door, your cup by the sink I blink at the edge, but I don't let it link Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look That one frame stays put That one frame stays put I set it face-down by the plate and the spoon Still it finds my eyes at the crack of noon If I tap and hold, my thumb starts to shake If I close my hands, the whole frame won't break Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look Can’t delete, can’t look That one frame stays put That one frame stays put