Hold this key
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- E major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 3.7s
- length
- 2:59
- language
- En
lyrics
We found the zinc tub under flour sacks, tied with twine Your cracked radio still had one dry battery line I wiped red dust off the sugar tin on the shelf In the blue enamel bowl, your receipts in a file Mama's handkerchief was folded by the church card Three old spoons in the drawer, each one bent hard I stood by the veranda, bag in my hand Trying to hold your name while I count what I can Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key Behind the kente cloth, I found your clinic card And the small tin of coins from the market yard Your reading glasses slept in a cracked white case Next to passport copies and a photo in place The wall calendar stopped on a Thursday in June A jar of cloves on the sill, and your empty perfume I split the old trunk open, nail by nail Found a bus ticket home and a written trail Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key I bagged the plates, stacked neat by the door Your slippers by the bed, your cane on the floor If love is what you kept, it still stays in sight In the rust on the hinge and the blacked-out light Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key Hold this key