Cold Shoulder Season
Made her first tape on breaks at a call centre and kept the job for two years after signing
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 2:20
- language
- En
lyrics
Frost on the window, blocked your line, fur hood up like I'm feeling fine. You keep texting my old phone. That SIM is buried in the snow. Minus thirty in my chest. You brought feelings — underdressed. I don't thaw, I don't thaw, fuck your sorry, that's the law, I don't thaw, I don't thaw, coldest heart you ever saw, you had summer in my hands — you let go. I don't thaw. You kept my hoodie, that's a shame — it's the closest you'll get to my frame. Your new girl camping on my page — tell her this winter's not a phase. I don't thaw, I don't thaw, fuck your sorry, that's the law, I don't thaw, I don't thaw, coldest heart you ever saw, you had summer in my hands — you let go. I don't thaw. You call it cold. I call it clean. No prints, no tears, no in-between. I don't thaw, I don't thaw, fuck your sorry, that's the law, I don't thaw, I don't thaw, coldest heart you ever saw, you had summer in my hands — you let go. I don't thaw. I don't thaw... Brr. Stay outside.