Keep it slow
Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 3:58
- language
- En
lyrics
He shut the truck door soft at ten I folded my hands and looked ahead Your coffee cup rolled in the floorboard seam We left the porch light burning red You kept one hand on the wheel all night I watched your thumb on that worn-out seam We crossed the bridge by the feed store sign And never had to name a thing Tires hummed on the county blacktop Your old hood buzzed in the cold I knew by the way you breathed beside me This kind of quiet was gold Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow We don't need words to get home At the red light by the tractor lot You tapped the dash with two steady beats I saw your boots and my work gloves Beneath the glow of the dash heat Past the Shell and the Dollar General Past the rows of cut hay bales We let the map and the miles go by Like loose change in a Mason jar trail Tires hummed on the county blacktop Your old hood buzzed in the cold I knew by the way you breathed beside me This kind of quiet was gold Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow We don't need words to get home By the mailbox with the bent tin flag You smiled like you'd said enough I touched your sleeve and you touched my knee And that was all of it, love Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow Keep it slow We don't need words to get home