Hold that look
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 8.3s
- length
- 3:27
- language
- Ta
lyrics
At the Besant Road stop, you stood with your bag I had my lunch tin, sweating through the rag You laughed at my torn strap, then fixed it with thread I watched your fingers work, and forgot what you said The blue board shook in the wind Your sleeve brushed mine again One bus passed full, one bus came thin And something tilted then Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look The conductor tore our tickets, two rupees in hand Your wrist had a red mark from a rubber band You asked if I was waiting, I said, "Just the 21" But my voice went small as the route number spun The rain on the tin roof Made a soft drumline You smiled like you knew The change in my spine Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look Later, the bus door hissed, and you turned to climb My name stayed on my tongue for a longer time You didn't say goodbye, but you didn't leave the same We both knew the stop had learned a new name Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look Hold that look