Nothing To Say
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.81
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 2:10
- language
- En
lyrics
(cold) You packed on Sunday while I made the tea Two bags, no shouting, nothing thrown or said I asked you if you wanted me to stop you You said you didn't know, and then you left I'm good at maths (good at maths) I'm good at working out the odds I ran that Sunday forty times And every version ends the same Nothing to say, nothing to say Two years and a doorway and there's nothing left to say Nothing to say, nothing to say I had the whole speech ready and I let you walk away My brother rang from inside on the Tuesday He heard it in my voice in about four words He said "you alright" and I said "yeah, y'know" Which is how men in my family say a thing I could have said one sentence at the door. One. I know exactly which one. I'll be carrying that one for a while. (808 RETURNS) Nothing to say, nothing to say Two years and a doorway and there's nothing left to say Nothing to say, nothing to say I had the whole speech ready and I let you walk away (nothing to say.)