First meal, first meal, first meal
Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 2.6s
- length
- 2:51
- language
- Si
lyrics
One steel pan on the stove, two plates by the sink You opened that brown box, then smiled at the drink The onions hit the board, sharp and clean in the air A borrowed white spoon waited, honest and bare Window cracked, fan spinning slow Water in the saucepan, steady glow Salt in your palm, let it fall First small dinner in your own hall First meal, first meal, first meal First meal, first meal, first meal We ate it hot, we ate it real First meal, first meal, first meal Rice in the colander, dripping into the bowl Tomato on the counter, red against the roll You stirred with a wooden spoon, wrist loose and glad Old rent left in the hallway, but tonight felt new and mad Tin cup clinks, spoon on tile Oil in the pan, bright for a while Plate by plate, we made a sign This little flat is finally mine First meal, first meal, first meal First meal, first meal, first meal We ate it hot, we ate it real First meal, first meal, first meal Kettle breath on the glass, night pressing close Cardboard in the corner, tied with rope and clothes You licked curry from your thumb and laughed out loud No big parade, just this room, just us, just proud First meal, first meal, first meal First meal, first meal, first meal We ate it hot, we ate it real First meal, first meal, first meal
