No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush
Wears the costume to the supermarket because the costume is not a costume
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 1.5s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
Turn the key, brown paper bag on the seat Takeout boxes stacked by your feet You tap the wheel in the Lincoln Tunnel glow I watch the bridge like it already knows Your blazer’s tossed on my lap, still warm A coffee cup rolls with the bumps and the storm We pass the deli with the yellow awning sign And nobody talks, and I like that fine Mouths closed, windows up Half the world in a paper cup Your hand finds mine at the next red light Like this quiet thing is built just right No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush Keep it like this, keep it like this No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush We don’t need words for this Meter’s ticking down on Ninth and A Your turn signal clicks in a lazy way I fix my hair in the silvered glass You laugh at a dog with a tiny red sash A sax from a bar hits one long note Rain dots the hood of the parked-up boat You shift that box from your knee to mine And silence sits sweet in the center line Mouths closed, windows up Half the world in a paper cup Your thumb draws circles, slow and bright Like this quiet thing is built just right No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush Keep it like this, keep it like this No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush We don’t need words for this On Delancey, the bus brakes hiss You lean back, I lean in, like this A receipt in the dash, a loofah, a mint Your keys in the tray with a faded print If the whole town shouts, let it We’ve got this hush, let it One more mile, one more mile I’m smiling in the rearview aisle No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush Keep it like this, keep it like this No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush We don’t need words for this