First fry (first fry

the numbers

bpm

117

key

F minor

energy

0.73

dance

0.92

valence

0.61

vocal at

2.8s

length

3:21

language

En

lyrics

First night, no sofa, just a crate on the floor

Tin opener in the sink, keys by the door

One egg in the pan, oil spitting on the ring

Cardboard under my feet, and I make one thing

Mug with a chip, tea bag gone brown

Kettle click cuts out, whole flat shakes down

I put bread in the grill, watch it hiss and crack

New postcode on the bill, I ain't going back

Curtain hanging by a nail in the wall

Box cutter left open, old paint on the hall

I hear that rumble in my chest, in my bones

One hot plate, one chance, one home

First fry (first fry)

First fry (first fry)

First fry, let it go

First fry (first fry)

Tray on my knee, butter melts to the edge

Milk in the glass, small crack in the shed

I slice up an onion, eyes burning red

Radio low in the sink, last thing I said

Milk on the hob, pot lip white with steam

Toast pops up crooked, same as the dream

I eat by the window, boots by the mat

Jam on my thumb, yeah, I live like that

First fry (first fry)

First fry (first fry)

First fry, let it go

First fry (first fry)

Late bus drags past, I keep my spoon still

One plate, one chair, one flat, one will

Bristol rain tapping hard on the sill

I made that meal, and I know it will

First fry (first fry)

First fry (first fry)

First fry, let it go

First fry (first fry)