I kept your voicemail

the numbers

bpm

129

key

F minor

energy

0.74

dance

0.94

valence

0.62

vocal at

2.4s

length

3:33

language

En

lyrics

I kept your voicemail on my screen

At seven sixteen, by the kettle’s steam

Your voice in a file, cold and clean

A train gone south, through the Greenwich seam

I still hear your breath in the tiny tin frame

The flat was too quiet, the carpet the same

I turned up the volume, then back down again

Your name stayed lit in the message lane

Now the bins are out by the stairwell door

And your trainers sit by the cupboard floor

You said, “don’t delete it,” then you were gone

So I hold that clip when the night runs long

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

On the second ring, you said my name

Now it just loops through the same old frame

Your old blue coat hangs on the chair

A cracked pink mug and the charging spare

I found your ticket by the sink in May

Folded so tight like you went away

The dog-eared note by the fuse box sits

Next to the keys with the scratched-up bits

I play it back when the rain hits hard

Your voice in the room, one broken card

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

On the second ring, you said my name

Now it just loops through the same old frame

At one oh three, I let it play

Your last little laugh in the hallway

The beep, the pause, the cut-off sound

Still lands like a wrench on the kitchen ground

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

I kept your voicemail

On the second ring, you said my name

Now it just loops through the same old frame