Paper at the door
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 7.6s
- length
- 2:41
- language
- En
lyrics
I wrote my line on the back of the bill By the kettle, by the blue plate, I still Had your name on my tongue, had a whole way to start Then the taxi pulled up, and I kept it apart Three weeks in my head, same words on repeat At the load-shedding hum and the bucket in the heat I stood by the sink with my jaw set tight But your sandals at the door made me lose my fight Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door I folded the comeback in my jacket sleeve Under Table Mountain rain, I made you believe I'd say every truth with my chest on display But the garage gate clanged, and it all slipped away Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door Now the words sit heavy in the old enamel bowl Next to the matchbox and the keys I stole From myself, from the night, from the fight I rehearsed Still waiting in line like a sermon unversed Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door Paper at the door