Not ours now
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 4:14
- language
- Fi
lyrics
Your mug still sits by the sink Blue rim, one chip on the side I play the demo you linked In my phone, where you used to hide The tram goes by on the street At six, through the wet dark glass I count the keys in my coat Your name on the tag feels like brass You left your coat on the chair I left my voice in the tune Now every note in the room Turns like a knife in a spoon Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now You kept the chorus, left the rest Your lighter sits in the drawer Next to a receipt from the store I heard our song in a bar And it sounded like yours before The kettle clicks on the stove At midnight, in the red glow I try to sing from the start But your face steals every show Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now You kept the chorus, left the rest I found the paper with lines Folded deep in the coat Your perfume on the sleeve Gone cold in the throat of the note I can’t say it was love Not when the chord drags low It lives in your empty room Where the cracked white tiles still know Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now Not ours now You kept the chorus, left the rest