First meal, first meal
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 7.3s
- length
- 3:27
- language
- Ge
lyrics
Box cutter on the floor Keys in the sugar jar One chipped plate by the door Tap water in a jam jar New pan on the ring Rice in the blue enamel Tin opener, one missing spring Window cracked to the canal I hear the kettle click The fridge hums low and wide I wipe the table quick Then I stand on my side First meal, first meal First meal in my flat First meal, first meal First meal in my flat Salt on the table And I made it from scratch Half a leek on the board Oil on the hot steel Cumin dots on the floor Steam on my sleeve, so real Two forks from the flea market One bowl, a red crack I taste it right from the pot And I do not look back First meal, first meal First meal in my flat First meal, first meal First meal in my flat Salt on the table And I made it from scratch Postal tape on the chair Receipt under the cup Berlin rain on the stair But the oven lights up First meal, first meal First meal in my flat First meal, first meal First meal in my flat Salt on the table And I made it from scratch