Quiet ride, quiet ride
Built a studio in a building with one wall missing and never fixed the wall
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 3:12
- language
- Ar
lyrics
Meter hits one-forty-two Your hand rests on the door Dash light on my knuckles blue We don’t need much more Paper bag with warm manakish Steam on the plastic seam Traffic crawls by Hamra’s edge Still, it feels like a dream No talk, just your breath Beside my shirt in the dark I take the ramp slow Past the wet turn in Jounieh Park Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride My keys tap once in the tray Your phone face-down, black glass We pass the old auto shop And nobody asks Fingers brush the window frame Rain beads on the chrome By the time we hit your street The silence feels like home Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride At the gate, you lean back One smile, one small nod I cut the engine there Let the night stay soft Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride Quiet ride, quiet ride