I kept the key
Vintage dealer by day; every song is built around a synth she refused to sell
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.68
- vocal at
- 9.1s
- length
- 3:05
- language
- It
lyrics
August, Milan, one suitcase left At Bar Basso, ice in my glass Your train was early, platform west I watched the baker sweep the square at last The pool gate squeaked at half past six I kept your cap on my chair The fax machine flashed old receipts And my red sandals dried on the stair I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key While you were gone The fishmonger folded his blue tarp tight I bought two peaches, one green pear On Via Padova, rain at night Your name stayed white on my calendar there The pool gate squeaked at half past six I kept your cap on my chair The fax machine flashed old receipts And my red sandals dried on the stair I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key While you were gone August turned to bottled weeks The mop bucket sat by the door I counted coins in the market street And the jar of olives tipped on the floor I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key I kept the key While you were gone