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Jonas Berg

On the chair

Was a competitive swimmer

the numbers

bpm
123
key
F major
energy
0.70
dance
0.93
valence
0.54
vocal at
2.4s
length
3:12
language
En

lyrics

Your jacket hangs on the bent pine chair

By the window, blue-gray, late for tea

You walked out bare-armed, left it there

I let it stay; I know what you mean

The sleeves still hold your shape

Rain dots the glass in lines

I fold the day in half

And watch it dry with time

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

I let it air

The cuff is dark where your wrist was warm

There’s a stain by the pocket seam

You left it there like a small, soft storm

I left it there, right where you’ve been

The kitchen clock ticks once

The radiator sighs

Your collar keeps the dusk

I keep it in my side

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

I let it air

At half past seven, the room turns pale

I lift one sleeve, then set it down

No soap, no rush, no folded tale

Just your coat on the chair, still found

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

On the chair

I let it air