It hits my teeth like a cord
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- Ge
lyrics
At six, I typed it on my screen Your word slid in, too clean I said it at the Späti door Now it lives in my mouth more On the U8, I caught my face Saying it back in your place The gum on my tongue felt new Then I knew, then I knew Your word, your word, your word, your word It hits my teeth like a cord Your word, your word, your word, your word I use it now, and I feel heard In Neukölln, by the cereal aisle I asked for it with your style A plastic bag, a red receipt And your word kept my steps in beat I rolled it slow, then said it fast Like a train that changed its track Your old name sat in my throat Then I let your word take hold Your word, your word, your word, your word It hits my teeth like a cord Your word, your word, your word, your word I use it now, and I feel heard At 2:14, by my sink I heard your word before I think Blue mug, wet tile, cold tap running And my mouth kept coming Your word, your word, your word, your word It hits my teeth like a cord Your word, your word, your word, your word I use it now, and I feel heard