Hold the door
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 8.4s
- length
- 3:01
- language
- En
lyrics
I saw you on the step by the screen door frame Rain on your work coat, saying you’d stay the same My keys in my fist, but I let you stand there Boots in the puddle, not crossing in the glare Nine-fifteen, the porch light buzzed and shook You shook the rain from your sleeves and then you looked At my hand on the latch, at the ring on my chain You said, “Go on ahead,” while the gutters ran rain Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door Ford on the block with the radio low Wet paper sack by the curb by the snow Your phone lit blue in your palm, then died I heard the screen door click, but you stayed outside Nine-fifteen, the porch light buzzed and shook You shook the rain from your sleeves and then you looked At my hand on the latch, at the ring on my chain You said, “Go on ahead,” while the gutters ran rain Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door Then I stepped back one pace, let the water fall You came in slow, leaving prints in the hall Wet cuffs, cold hands, salt on your cheek And the whole house sang loud when you finally reached me Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door