Never sent, never sent
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 1.1s
- length
- 4:57
- language
- En
lyrics
In the top drawer, under tax forms and keys A blue envelope sleeps in a wrinkle of dust Your name pressed hard where the folding line bends Still sealed with the thumbprint of rain and rust I wrote by the lamp at twenty past one By the sink, with the kettle gone cold on the stove A stamp on the table, a glass with one ring And my hand would not cross the last line I had chosen The paper yellowed in the seam The edge went soft under seasons I hear your door in the hall But the latch is only my reason Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer At Bergen Station, I watched the red clock You stood by the rail with your coat buttoned high A wet wool sleeve, a ticket half-torn And I kept the letter locked under my eye Back home, November dragged salt through the boards The mailbox outside took the snow on its lip I held the envelope once, then I set it down Beside three dead batteries, a coin, and a clip Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer The drawer sticks now on the seventh pull Oak shaved raw where my fingers have worried the grain One crease splits near the blue wax seal Like a map of the route I refused to explain If I open it now, what breaks first The ink, the room, or the shape of your face? I leave it there with the screws and the coins And the silence that fits in its paper case Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Never sent, never sent Never sent, never sent Still in the drawer Still in the drawer