First pan, first home

the numbers

bpm

162

key

C major

energy

0.70

dance

0.94

valence

0.50

vocal at

4.5s

length

2:05

language

En

lyrics

Box on the floor by the sink

Rice in a bowl, still dry

Two spoons in a jam jar

My name on the milk by and by

Kettle hisses in the lane

Key still warm in my hand

I crack an egg in a chipped blue pan

And learn this place can stand

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

Salt on my thumb, and I feel known

Windows fog up by the bench

Butter melts in a slow white line

Beans go soft in the little pot

Cheap bread toasts, right on time

I hear buses on the road

Over the tap, over the tin

Tiny flat, one burner, one plate

But the night lets me in

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

Salt on my thumb, and I feel known

Mum’s old cup, chipped at the lip

Sits by the sink in the steam

I stir once, then I taste it back

And the room feels like a dream

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

First pan, first home

Salt on my thumb, and I feel known