Last text of the night
Played to eleven people for six years and then to eleven thousand in one summer
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 3:24
- language
- En
lyrics
Sixteen minutes past eleven Your name cuts through my screen Empty pint glass by the sink Half a packet of crisps between Boots by the hall, still muddy Bus pass sitting by the lamp I type a line, delete it twice Then your blue bubble lands Same old name, same old glow Same last ping before I go Curtains twitch in the draft My thumb hangs over send Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night Mum’s old kettle clicks and fades Rain taps hard on the bin You say, "you up?" at twenty to one Like you always have been I can hear the flats go quiet Can hear my own floor creak Same bruise-blue light on the wall Same grin I try to keep Same old name, same old glow Same last ping before I go Curtains twitch in the draft My thumb hangs over send Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night Now the screen goes black And the room feels wide Train line hums far off But you're still on my side Could be Bradford, could be town Could be nowhere else tonight Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night Last text of the night