Quietly gone, quietly gone
Writes exactly what happened and changes only the names, and sometimes not even those
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 16.3s
- length
- 3:32
- language
- En
lyrics
You left your scarf on my chair Blue wool on the back of it I folded it into squares And put your cup in the sink Tuesday, half past seven The kettle made that thin scream Your name sat on my phone Like wet rain on the screen I watched the red light blink Then the room went still No message, no excuse Just the drain by the sill Quietly gone, quietly gone Quietly gone, quietly gone No call came through No call came through Quietly gone, quietly gone Your train left Connolly slow I stood by the chipped grey wall Your boots made little marks In the slush by the station hall I kept the stub from the café Sugar in the paper cup At nine, I let it ring And I knew then what was up The screen stayed cold and white On the quilt at my feet I heard the pipes in the flat And your silence in the street Quietly gone, quietly gone Quietly gone, quietly gone No call came through No call came through Quietly gone, quietly gone I put your scarf in a drawer Beside my old bus pass The mirror held my face For a minute, then it passed I did not beg the night I did not beg your voice The worst part of the ending Was how small it was Quietly gone, quietly gone Quietly gone, quietly gone No call came through No call came through Quietly gone, quietly gone