Chair jacket, chair jacket
His father raved in the 90s and he is doing it louder to make a point
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 0.3s
- length
- 3:08
- language
- Du
lyrics
At Maas station, rain on my sleeve Your jacket on the chair, what a scene Denim on wood, still holding your scent You left it there like you meant what you meant Three sink taps hit, then the room goes hard Soap bar dry by the cracked-up guard You said, "Leave it" Now I know why Red cuffs folded, and I don't ask why Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Two buttons gone from the blue right cuff Coffee ring low, but that ain't enough You saw the shirt in the laundry bin Then shook your head, let the whole thing sit in Friday night, 11:20 by the clock Your black boots by the front door knock You said, "Don't touch it" I didn't dare That jacket stayed breathing in the chair Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket In my small flat, near the tram line bend You keep that shape till the day I mend Not clean, not gone, just hard to read A sleeve on a chair and a lesson indeed Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket Chair jacket, chair jacket