One More Song
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 1.8s
- length
- 1:40
- language
- Ro
lyrics
(instrumental, euphoric) The DJ says the last one and he's lying Your hands are on my shoulders and you're crying Not the sad kind — the four a.m. kind The kind that comes from leaving it behind I don't know your surname (your surname) I don't know your town I've known you seven hours And I'd follow you back down One more song, one more song Everybody screaming like they've known this all along One more song, one more song Keep the lights down low and I'll pretend the night is long The taxi's outside idling in the heat The whole world starts again on Monday morning But nobody in this room believes in Monday And nobody in this room is going home (exposed) Give me the eight bars before the drop. Give me the part where nobody's decided yet. (BUILD 16 BARS, HARDEST DROP) One more song, one more song Everybody screaming like they've known this all along One more song, one more song Keep the lights down low and I'll pretend the night is long (one more...)