I keep that one word
Was in a band that got famous for one song and left before the second album without explaining
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 10.0s
- length
- 2:39
- language
- En
lyrics
I left your place at two Mascara on my cuff My boots hit Queen in slush Your voice still felt like dust A receipt in my coat From fries and a dented can I held it in my fist Till my fingers split from cold I crossed under the bridge Past a bus stop bench My phone said low battery And I kept that screen bent The corner store was closed A card sat in the snow I watched my own breath fade Then I let your message go Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late I keep that one word When I walk back hurt Too late, too late, too late, too late At Bloor and Bathurst, rain Hit hard on my black sleeve A taxi cut the curb I stepped back, let it leave My keys dug in my palm My lips were cracked and sore I heard a train go by And I didn’t call you anymore Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late I keep that one word When I walk back hurt Too late, too late, too late, too late Now the hallway smells like bleach My coat hangs by the sink I scrub the sink with soap But I still see that drink Your name stays on my tongue Like smoke in a paper cup I swallowed all that night And I still can’t throw it up Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late I keep that one word When I walk back hurt Too late, too late, too late, too late