One more stop
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 1.6s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- Ge
lyrics
At the bus stop by the Späti door You held my change and then one ticket more Your sleeve brushed mine, I felt the shock When the green bus hissed, we forgot the clock Rain on the bench, red on your shoes You laughed too long, then looked at my lips The timetable glowed on the glass by your hand I knew right then, I knew right then One more stop One more stop One more stop One more stop Your hand stayed there Too long to call it luck Next day the platform smelled like wet denim You sent a map pin, said meet me again We shared one earbud, stood near the curb My heart went loud, but my mouth got blurred One more stop One more stop One more stop One more stop Your hand stayed there Too long to call it luck At twelve seventeen, the doors folded shut You ran three steps, then stopped in the mud Berlin rolled past in a silver line You looked back once, and that was mine One more stop One more stop One more stop One more stop Your hand stayed there Too long to call it luck