No call tonight
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 3.5s
- length
- 5:08
- language
- Fi
lyrics
At Kallio market, the oranges sat cold My phone lit up once, then went dark in my palm Nine seventeen, I counted the tiles on the floor Your name stayed on mute, like a coin in my palm I left the kettle on The water went thin Your boots by the door Still wet from the rain I watched the red dots Fade off the screen And the room held its breath Like it knew what you mean No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight The line went dead And the bed stayed wide No call tonight No call tonight At Itäkeskus, I bought bread and black tea The clerk stacked receipts with a thumb and a ring Back home, your scarf on the chair by the sink I folded it slow, then let the phone sing I checked the clock At ten forty-four The hallway lamp buzzed Like it wanted more Your last little text Sat under my thumb And the silence arrived Before I was done No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight The line went dead And the bed stayed wide No call tonight No call tonight At Kaisaniemi, the buses hissed past I stood by the glass with my keys in my fist A tram by the bridge threw its white-yellow blur I learned how a goodbye can happen like this No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight The line went dead And the bed stayed wide No call tonight No call tonight