In the drawer, in the drawer
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 9.0s
- length
- 3:19
- 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
