No more taps, no more taps
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 4.5s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
At half past seven, kettle hissed in the sink Your name sat in my thumb like a coin in a drink I opened the app by the chipped blue plate Then shut it again and let the moment wait I walked down Shop Street with a loaf in my hand Past damp stone walls and the rain on the strand Your face in the glass of a butcher’s front door And I kept on moving, I didn’t go back for more No more taps, no more taps No more taps, no more taps I left that screen in the dark No more taps, no more taps By the Spanish Arch, with the gulls overhead I saw your old post and I let it lie dead My phone stayed warm in my coat pocket seam I turned to the harbor and broke the old dream No more taps, no more taps No more taps, no more taps I left that screen in the dark No more taps, no more taps At ten twenty-one, with the rain on the pane I heard my own laugh come back again No need for your feed or your little red sign I washed out the mug and I slept just fine No more taps, no more taps No more taps, no more taps I left that screen in the dark No more taps, no more taps