Drive me home, drive me home
21, music student, recovering from burnout; quiet and hard to read offstage, larger than life on it
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 14.6s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- En
lyrics
E4 in the dash glow, ten-fifteen blue Your sleeve on the console, my hand on your shoes Ostersund in the rearview, salt on the glass We let the whole road pass, let the whole road pass At the Shell by the bridge, you buy mint gum I keep both hands still, I let the quiet come Kungsholmen closer now, brakes like a sigh You look ahead, I look ahead, and that feels right Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Thirteen red bars blink on your phone face down A coffee lid rolls soft when we cross through town Your scarf smells like rain from the train at Central No need to fill it up, this hush is enough At the tunnel mouth, your knee bumps mine You tap the wheel twice to the glassed-out line Kungsholmen closer now, lights in the bay We stay in our silence, we stay in our way Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Past the grocery bags and the cracked key tray Past the wet red coat by the backseat space You laugh once low, I don’t need more That’s the kind of soft I was waiting for Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home Drive me home, drive me home