I held it in my fist all night
His father raved in the 90s and he is doing it louder to make a point
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 3.6s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- Du
lyrics
I wrote it on a bus card, folded in my coat By Witte de With, I practiced every note Three cups on the table, one spoon, one stain I heard your train door shut, I counted it again Seven nights, same words in my jaw Thumb on the window, staring at the wall I knew your face, I knew my part But the room stayed sealed, and so did my heart Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight I held it in my fist all night Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight Never reached your hand, never got a bite At Blaak station, 6:12, I stood in place Receipt in my pocket, red marks on my page I kept my voice low, like I could keep it clean Then you walked right past, and I stayed unseen Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight I held it in my fist all night Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight Never reached your hand, never got a bite Now the kettle clicks in the empty flat My notes on the floor, my shoes by the mat I rehearsed your name till the edges frayed And still that whole big war just stayed unsaid Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight I held it in my fist all night Paper fight, paper fight, paper fight, paper fight Never reached your hand, never got a bite