I'm glad for you
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 4.9s
- length
- 4:38
- language
- Fi
lyrics
At ten past noon on Freda You crossed the bakery door Brown paper bag in your left hand Same scar on your wrist as before Your coat was clean and open Mine held the bus-stop rain You looked like sleep had left you And I felt my chest unclench again I stood by the pharmacy glass Watched you turn toward the tram The winter sun hit your face Like it knew who I am I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you You crossed by the canal edge By the bike racks and the snow A red knit cap in your pocket No rush in the way you go I saw your hands, your steady steps Your phone lit once, then died You looked like you had made it And I let that truth slide I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you By Kampin aukio, noon was hard On wet boots and pale stone You laughed at something off-camera And I stood there, unmade, alone Then you were just a moving shape In a coat that fit just right No wound in your mouth, no hurry Just daylight cutting clean and bright I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you I'm glad for you