Kind today, kind today
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 4.1s
- length
- 3:18
- language
- No
lyrics
At 7:10, the bakery door was stuck My boots were soaked through from the harbor slush I dropped my gloves in the slant of the truck You picked them up slow, then you handed me the brush You said, "Keep this scarf, it’s dry enough" Your thumb had flour on the cuff I looked at the floor, I looked at the bay And the rain on the glass felt far away Kind today, kind today Kind today, kind today You held the door, then walked away Kind today, kind today By the bus stop bench, my milk had split In a paper bag with the apples bruised You set down a thermos and a clean blue knit Said, "Take the hot tea, I already used" Kind today, kind today Kind today, kind today You held the door, then walked away Kind today, kind today No big name, no reason told Just a red wool sleeve in the cold I still see your hand at the curbside line Palm full of salt, and mine half mine Kind today, kind today Kind today, kind today You held the door, then walked away Kind today, kind today