March, In Town

style

• singer-songwriter
• folk pop
• fingerpicked acoustic guitar
• minimal strings
• female alto
• close and unguarded
• intimate room sound
• honest
• irish accent
• standard radio arrangement

the numbers

bpm

162

key

A# major

energy

0.70

dance

0.94

valence

0.24

vocal at

4.1s

length

2:44

language

En

lyrics

(instrumental)

We both did the phone thing, the fake important call
Two adults, one pavement, nineteen years of history
Performing urgency at a bus stop in the rain
(in the rain)
If anyone was watching it was the funniest thing all year

I wasn't even on a call (even on a call)
The phone was off. I held a dark phone to my face.

March, in town
(in town, in town)
The worst four seconds either of us has had
March, in town
And neither of us has mentioned it since

I could have said hello, that's all it needed, hello
Two syllables and nineteen years gets a second chance
I chose a dark phone. I actively chose that.
(actively chose that)
Whatever cowardice is, that was a masterclass

If you hear this: it was off.
There was no call.
I'd like that on the record.
(guitar returns)

March, in town
(in town, in town)
The worst four seconds either of us has had
March, in town
And neither of us has mentioned it since

(in town...)