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I kept it back

Ex-gospel choir lead who found four-to-the-floor

the numbers

bpm
123
key
F minor
energy
0.73
dance
0.93
valence
0.54
vocal at
7.6s
length
3:42
language
En

lyrics

I wrote it on the bus to Westlands

On the back of a Safaricom bill

You sat by the jiko with your slippers

And I kept my teeth still

I counted out the words in my pocket

At the open window, rain on the tin

I had the whole fight lined up perfect

Then you laughed, and I folded it in

Now the cup sits cold by the sink

My tongue knows every line

But your key in the bowl on the table

Turned my sharp edge to time

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

Not a word left my mouth

I saved that speech on my blue phone

At eight-fifteen, before the train

I practiced your name in the mirror

Till the glass got fogged with rain

Then you came home with ugali

And a paper bag from the kiosk door

I watched your hand on the doorknob

And my whole storm missed the floor

Now the cup sits cold by the sink

My tongue knows every line

But your key in the bowl on the table

Turned my sharp edge to time

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

Not a word left my mouth

Last night, I tore up the notes page

Dropped it in the red dust bin

You asked for salt and a spoon

And my whole case let you in

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

I kept it back

Not a word left my mouth