Last text tonight
Vintage dealer by day; every song is built around a synth she refused to sell
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.60
- vocal at
- 5.3s
- length
- 3:06
- language
- It
lyrics
At 1:17, my phone face-down A blue glass glow on your chipped nightstand You send one word, then the room goes round Lipstick on the rim of your soda can Every night, same silver screen Your name lands last in the little green I wait by the door in my soft blue jeans Then your thumbs wake up and pull me in Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight I cross Piazza Gae Aulenti slow In white heels tapping on the tiled floor Your message lands as the tram doors close One tiny beep, then I want one more Every night, same silver screen Your name lands last in the little green I wait by the door in my soft blue jeans Then your thumbs wake up and pull me in Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight Now the battery bar turns thin and pale My mirror shows one undone curl If you mean it, say it before it fails Before the dark can steal my world Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight Last text tonight