PAST OUR STOP
Three men who record in a shed in the desert and refuse to release anything made in a city
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.36
- vocal at
- 4.5s
- length
- 3:38
- language
- En
lyrics
(rain ticking on a window) Your head finds my shoulder again The night bus swaying like a friend One earbud each, the city glows A song we only halfway know (halfway, halfway) Don't ring the bell, don't wake the hour (don't wake it) Let the streetlights stay ours Let's ride past our stop tonight Miss it once, then twice — all right Let's ride past our stop, my love The driver knows what we're made of (past our stop, past our stop) Your gloves are drying on the vent The fare's the best we ever spent The window fogs, you draw a sun A rough sketch till the real one comes (till it comes) Home is not the last stop It's wherever we don't get off (stay on, stay on) Let's ride past our stop tonight Miss it once, then twice — all right Let's ride past our stop, my love The driver knows what we're made of (past our stop, past our stop) One more loop. (ding — nobody moves)
