Last text again
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.62
- vocal at
- 2.7s
- length
- 3:28
- language
- En
lyrics
Ten fifty-eight, your name still there Blue screen glow on the chipped bedside chair Bus ticket on the sill, rain on the pane Same last text again, like a tram on the lane Mug ring on the table, cold tea gone flat Three unread drafts, but I still send that Your last word lands hard, little thumbs-up charm My phone hums once, then it settles in my palm Ten past one, I’m still half-awake Cursor blink cuts through the room and the brake One more ping and I’m done for the night Same old name keeps coming in light Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again Five-a-side boots by the hall by the mat Train line rattle in the glass and all that Your voice note stings from a bus seat seat I hear the wet wheels slap the summer street I leave it on read, then I don’t for long Your little green bubble pulls me back strong By the sink, by the blind, by the cracked phone case Same last text of the night in the same old place Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again One more buzz, and the room folds in Keys in the bowl, let the cold night spin If I sleep now, it’ll still be there Your name on the screen, same late-night air Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again