Rota
Met working overnight shifts at the same hospital and still keep those hours
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 3:42
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental) I check the rota in the office more often than is defensible Not to swap. Not to plan. Just to confirm you still exist. Weeks laid out in a grid with your surname in a box (in a box) That is the most romantic document I have ever read You are on nights until March (until March) I read that and felt something people write poems about Rota (rota) Somebody in HR accidentally wrote a love letter Rota Twelve weeks of you, printed, on a wall, in Arial There is a version of March where the grid changes And you are days and I am nights and we simply stop No decision, no conversation, just a spreadsheet ending it (ending it) That is how most things end here. Quietly. Administratively. So I asked. Out loud. Like a person. "What happens in March." You said "I'll request nights." That's it. That's the proposal. (DRUMS RETURN) Rota (rota) Somebody in HR accidentally wrote a love letter Rota Twelve weeks of you, printed, on a wall, in Arial (until March...)