Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it
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
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 4:09
- language
- Fi
lyrics
I keep your voicemail in the drawer by the sink Next to a chipped blue mug and a receipt from Linköping Your voice says "call me" and then it cuts to black I play it at midnight, then I set it back The red light blinks on the kitchen wall The kettle sighs once, then it stalls Your number hangs there in my phone I don't press delete, I let it roam Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Keep your voice in the dark Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Like a match in a jar Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till the tape runs thin Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till you sound like him Snow on the sill and salt on my boots Your scarf still folds in the hall by the boots I washed your cup but the ring stayed brown One saved old message can pull me down Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Keep your voice in the dark Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Like a match in a jar Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till the tape runs thin Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till you sound like him Helsinki rain on the balcony rail I hear your pause in the old hotel Farther away than a train can go Still in my ear when the night runs slow Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Keep your voice in the dark Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Like a match in a jar Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till the tape runs thin Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it Till you sound like him