In the drawer, in the drawer

the numbers

bpm

103

key

G major

energy

0.70

dance

0.93

valence

0.55

vocal at

2.8s

length

3:25

language

En

lyrics

By the sugar bowl, under payslips and keys

A blue-lined page waits in the drawer by the knees

Ink bled once where the pen dragged slow

To a flat on Dominick Street, years ago

I folded your name by the toast rack and spoon

Left it there after twelve on a cold June afternoon

The envelope still holds the crease I made

While the kettle clicked off and the shadows stayed

I pull it out, then I let it lie

Rain at the pane and the clock hands climb

One wrong stamp, one last goodbye

And the whole of the room goes quiet inside

In the drawer, in the drawer

In the drawer, in the drawer

I never sent it

I never sent it

Your bus was waiting by Eyre Square then

I stood with the page and a folded pen

Mackerel clouds moved over the bay

And I watched your coat turn and walk away

Now the drawer sticks on the third hard pull

Beside old receipts and a cracked shell full

The paper’s curled where my thumb once pressed

Like a tide line drawn on a cotton vest

In the drawer, in the drawer

In the drawer, in the drawer

I never sent it

I never sent it

If I post it now, it arrives too late

If I burn it up, I still keep the weight

So it stays with the spoons and the tea tin lid

Where the unsaid words and the salt keep hid

In the drawer, in the drawer

In the drawer, in the drawer

I never sent it

I never sent it