Don't get on yet
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 12.0s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
Red skirt, blue tote, wet pavement shine We missed the forty-seven, still I liked that time You leaned by the glass, by the timetable board My gum tasted mint, your sleeve said more Your phone lit your palm, old cracked white case I laughed at the rain on your forehead place The driver shrugged once, doors folded tight Then your hand found mine like it knew that night You said, "last bus comes slow" I said, "I know, I know" Your voice stayed warm on my face Then that small gap changed pace Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Your hand still on my wrist Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet We both knew what this was You said Peckham Road, I said my flat You smiled like a secret, then you looked right back Orange on the curb, ten past eight My heart went quiet, then forgot its name Your text said "home?" with a half-sent joke I watched your thumb hover, your mouth half-open broke That bus pulled away with a shaking sigh And we stood too close for two friends to lie Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Your hand still on my wrist Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet We both knew what this was You turned in the wind, said "say it proper" I heard my own pulse like a stuck bus stopper No drama, no speech, just a look that stayed At the stop by the bins where the change got made Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Your hand still on my wrist Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet Don't get on yet We both knew what this was