No call came
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 1.1s
- length
- 4:19
- language
- En
lyrics
At 23:14, your kettle clicked in Norway blue My phone lit the sink in squares of pale tube-light hue Two cups stood on the sill, one ring of tea gone brown Your voicemail icon stayed blank while rain dragged past town I watched the red dot vanish by the ferry crane Your last read line froze on the screen like salted rain I held the cord, unhooked, above the desk by the wall The clock ticked through the hall, and still you didn't call No call came No call came No call came No call came The line stayed dead in my hand In Nygårdsparken, a tram screeched under wet birch wood I found your scarf in the drawer where the spare batteries stood The kitchen tile kept your shoeprint from the thawing snow I counted nine missed rings, then let the whole thing go No call came No call came No call came No call came The line stayed dead in my hand I heard the static of the hallway fan, and then your shape Gone from the doorframe, gone from the coat rack, gone from the tape I folded your note into thirds, kept the stamp and the crease Then left it on the table by the chipped enamel piece No call came No call came No call came No call came The line stayed dead in my hand