One more stop, one more stop
Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 1.4s
- length
- 2:56
- language
- Si
lyrics
At Borella stand, your shoe was torn I held your bag, it felt brand-new The route number blinked on the board You laughed at me like I laughed at you Then your hand stayed one beat too long My thumb went quiet on your sleeve The bus hissed out, and you looked at me Like there was more you wanted to say One more stop, one more stop One more stop, one more stop Your smile hit hard at the curb One more stop, one more stop The vendor fanned hot vadai smoke Your bangles clicked against the rail You said my name like it was new Then both our phones went pale I caught your eye through the dusty glass You tapped the window with two knuckles slow The driver pulled, the door swung shut And my whole chest changed its flow One more stop, one more stop One more stop, one more stop Your smile hit hard at the curb One more stop, one more stop Now every evening by that sign I hear the brakes and feel your glance Two plastic seats, one cracked red pole That was the night we lost the chance One more stop, one more stop One more stop, one more stop Your smile hit hard at the curb One more stop, one more stop