Four stops early
Was a competitive swimmer
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 3:35
- language
- En
lyrics
At Nørreport, 5:12 You text, “I’m at the next stop” Your blue scarf hangs from your bag I watch the doors and I hop The bus hisses by the curb Your boots hit the wet glass I could ride to my own block But I take the colder path Four stops on the screen Then your face at the rail I tuck my hands in my sleeves And match your pace in the hail Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early I walk with you tonight Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Till the city feels right By Søerne, the cones blink A bakery lets out heat You break the roll in two Flour on your sleeve We pass a corner shop A bike leans in the rain You laugh at my red ears And I forget the train Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early I walk with you tonight Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Till the city feels right One stop, then one more Your shoulder hits mine The plastic bag swings low Past the crossing sign No rush, no excuse Just the narrow lane Your hand on my coat And the soft wet pavement Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early I walk with you tonight Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Till the city feels right