Never had it
Sings the last song of the night in a theatre where nobody stays for the last song
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 24.4s
- length
- 3:54
- language
- En
lyrics
I laid out my case on the blue-check cloth At half past eight by the Belfast loaf Your mug was chipped, and the sink was full I learned my lines by the window's pull I said them once in the butter light Then twice to the tiles in the dead of night Weeks in my mouth like a penny on ice But when you came in, I rolled the dice The train on the bridge, the kettle on boil My hands on the edge of the kitchen foil I looked at your shoes by the back door mat And all of my courage went flat Never had it Never had it Never had it Never had it I kept the script In my coat I kept the script By my throat I wrote your replies on a torn receipt Beside the turnip peels and the tea The good one went dead with the shopping list The cruel one sat there in my fist I practised the hurt in the hall by the stairs Past the red umbrella, the spare IKEA chair But you kissed my cheek and asked for bread And every hard word stayed in my head Never had it Never had it Never had it Never had it I kept the script In my coat I kept the script By my throat Now the page is folded in the sugar tin Under the coin tray, under the gin Maybe I needed your door slammed shut Maybe I needed to spit it out But the cups stayed warm, and the dog went past And the night kept moving, slow and fast So I swallowed the line I was meant to send And saved the war for the week-end Never had it Never had it Never had it Never had it I kept the script In my coat I kept the script By my throat