It changed my year
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.60
- vocal at
- 12.3s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
You said, “Come out,” I came in my jeans Rain on the window, Peckham in between I had one spoon left in the jam jar light You said, “Take it,” and the room felt right One bus ride, twenty minutes late Red nail polish on a chipped plate I laughed too hard, my phone face down That tiny yes stayed in the sound Now my coat still smells like fried plantain And your front step held that London rain I didn’t know a small thing could stay But it did, and it keeps my year this way Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes It changed my year Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes Still running here January in a plastic chair Your blue mug steaming through the air I said, “I’m tired,” you said, “Stay two songs” The clock on the wall kept moving on Now I keep that receipt in my drawer Little gold ticket from the corner store Two train stops and a borrowed coat That tiny moment in my throat Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes It changed my year Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes Still running here I can still see the sugar on the spoon Your laugh bouncing off the kitchen door Nothing big, just a little room But it opened up a little more Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes It changed my year Small yes, small yes, small yes, small yes Still running here