Keep the promise
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 1.4s
- length
- 4:33
- language
- En
lyrics
By Skuteviken, your coat was soaked through black, You laughed at the quay, with a half-broken flask. At two in the morning, you swore on the pier, To keep what you said when the glass made it clear. I tied up the note in my wool glove seam, And watched your breath drift over Vågen’s sheen. Now the ferry bell cuts the wet from the bay, And your red phone case sits in the tray. I count the harbor cranes in the darkened glass, While the salt on my cuff turns to ash. Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise You came with a nail in your boot and a bruise, At Torget, under tarps, with the Sunday news. You said, “If I vanish, come up to my room,” So I found your spare key in a jar by the broom. The sink held brown water, the mirror was cracked, But the name on your envelope dragged me back. Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise At six, the harbor went silver and thin, I read your note where the kitchen rolled in. One line, one date, one stain on the page, A pact kept alive through a whole winter’s rage. So I carried your word through the stairwell dust, Like a knife in my sleeve, like a thing called trust. Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise Keep the promise