Looking well, looking well
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 8.3s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- En
lyrics
Noon on Peckham Rye, I saw your coat Grey hoodie, clean creases, hands in your tote You crossed the road with your barber fade Sun on your face, and my old ache stayed You looked like bread from the baker's tray Fresh in the day, not lost away I blinked once, then I let you pass No rush in my chest, no break in glass Looking well, looking well Looking well, looking well I saw you well, and I smiled Looking well, looking well Past the bus stop, near the corner shop You had new trainers, white on top I had my jollof in a takeaway box You had a full life in your wristwatch stocks No fight in my mouth, no scene, no sound Just your good shape in the daylight found You waved like rain on a window pane Small and polite, then gone again Looking well, looking well Looking well, looking well I saw you well, and I smiled Looking well, looking well Back then we bent like a bent tin chair Now you stand straight with your new-cut hair I kept walking with my Tesco bag Light hit your cheek and I let that lag Looking well, looking well Looking well, looking well I saw you well, and I smiled Looking well, looking well