Quiet ride home
Her mother's wedding recordings, cut up beyond recognition and rebuilt
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 0.1s
- length
- 3:31
- language
- Ar
lyrics
You take the roundabout by Mecca Mall My bag on the seat, your keys in the small tray wall The AC hums low, and the windows stay up Your thumb on the wheel, my tea in the cup We pass the bakery, the shutters pulled down Your shoes on the mat, my knees to the brown No need to ask, no need to explain The radio flickers, then falls down again At the stop by Sixth Circle You tap the brake twice I watch your hand stay steady On the gear, on the light Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home The lane by your building smells like cardamom bread My phone face-down, no words overhead Your cousin's old sticker on the cracked dash screen We lean through the silence like it's something clean You park by the wall with the blue peeling paint I reach for the door and you wait, then I wait The bag in my lap, the coin in my palm Nothing is broken, just calm after calm Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Half of your face in the meter glow The cupholder empty, the engine low One red number climbs on the dashboard screen We don't have to name what the quiet means Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home