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
