No call at all
Played to eleven people for six years and then to eleven thousand in one summer
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
Your charger's still on my desk Beside that mug from Leeds Two tins in the sink by the fridge And your coat by the teabag sleeves I watched the phone on the shelf From six till the kettle cooled One ring could've split that room But the screen just stayed cruel No call at all No call at all No call at all No call at all You let it fall You let it fall No call at all No call at all Last train home from Kirkgate Wet cuffs and a ticket stub I kept your name in my notes app Till the battery gave up Your blue toothbrush in the glass Still leaned where you left it there I heard a van back out the lane Then the silence filled the air No call at all No call at all No call at all No call at all You let it fall You let it fall No call at all No call at all I didn't need a speech Just ten seconds, then goodbye But the sink dripped through the night And the ceiling learned why No call at all No call at all No call at all No call at all You let it fall You let it fall No call at all No call at all