Kind on a bad day
Was a competitive swimmer
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 5.2s
- length
- 3:36
- language
- En
lyrics
Rain on my collar, five-ten, Kødbyen cold A coffee in my hand gone dead and old I missed my stop, had cash stuck in my coat Then you held the door with a paper cup afloat You said, "Hey, take this, your hands are shaking" Steam on the lid, my whole chest waking One small move, but it hit too hard Like finding dry socks in a flooded yard Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room At Nørreport, my bag strap split in two A red receipt, damp and bent askew You knelt right down, tied it with blue thread Then laughed like it was nothing, just something you did My train came in, doors hissed on the line You pointed once, and gave me time No big speech, no scene, no name Just a warm palm press in the falling rain Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room Now I keep your touch in the seam of my coat In the torn blue thread and the paper cup note If the day goes black and the platform shakes I know one small kindness can still remade Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room You turned my whole room