No call at all, no call at all
His father raved in the 90s and he is doing it louder to make a point
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 7.7s
- length
- 2:47
- language
- Du
lyrics
At Damstraat, nine fifteen, I watched the screen stay black Your name sat in my pocket, folded up in my jacket crack Two train tickets on the table, one still curled at the edge The kettle clicked twice in the kitchen, then fell quiet on the ledge I left the rice half-steamed The hallway light stayed mean My thumb kept on the glass Waiting for your last read No call at all, no call at all No call at all, no call at all You let it end that way No call at all, no call at all Sunday market by Blaak, I bought two apples, one for you Your scarf stayed on my chair back, blue wool damp with afternoon dew I heard the mailbox slam below, then the stairwell turned to stone I stood there in my socks and knew I’d be eating cold alone No call at all, no call at all No call at all, no call at all You let it end that way No call at all, no call at all On the bridge by Central, rain tapped hard on the steel rail Your voice was never coming, just the 18:40 train I watched my breath hit glass Then let the screen go dark No call at all, no call at all No call at all, no call at all You let it end that way No call at all, no call at all