Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 4.4s
- length
- 4:52
- language
- Fi
lyrics
At Kallio Market, eight-oh-three You tied my knot with a trembling hand The twine slipped loose from the brown paper bag You smiled, then showed me the wrong side You said, "Watch this," with your stained blue mug Your fingers shook on the chipped white plate You made me wait through the whole long proof Then gave me one more patient mistake Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Your hands were wrong, but they stayed with mine Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow On the tram by Hakaniemi You drew my name on a fogged-up glass Your breath went white over the scratched frame And the stop bell rang while you talked too fast You held the wrench by the hallway sink The bolt turned crooked, then turned again You said, "No, look," and you laughed at yourself Then taught me twice with the same bent wrench Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Your hands were wrong, but they stayed with mine Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow In the dim kitchen, nine-fifteen You lined up spoons by the yellow tile The radio hissed through a frozen tune And you let the silence stretch a while Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow Your hands were wrong, but they stayed with mine Go slow, go slow, go slow, go slow
