Quiet in the car
Writes exactly what happened and changes only the names, and sometimes not even those
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.35
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 2:59
- language
- En
lyrics
You drive through Drumcondra, I stare at the glass Your thumb taps the wheel where the takeaway bags pass The dash clock says ten-fifteen, and I fold my hands Your jumper smells like rain from the quays and the vans No need to fill the dark No need to map the road Your silence fits my pulse Like coins in my coat Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car And I love it like this Right here with you At a red on Dorset Street, a man drags a crate Your knee brushes mine once, then it leaves me to wait The curry in the footwell warms the paper bag You turn the heat down low, and I don’t say it back No need to fill the dark No need to make it more The scratches in the seat Feel like they did before Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car And I love it like this Right here with you At the door in Rathmines, your keys ring sharp and small You look at me once, like you’ve said enough at all I keep the cold off in my sleeve And let the moment breathe Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car Quiet in the car And I love it like this Right here with you