Salt and steam, salt and steam
Met working overnight shifts at the same hospital and still keep those hours
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 10.4s
- length
- 3:10
- language
- En
lyrics
Cardboard on the floor by the fridge One dented pan, a chipped blue lid I packed the knives in a Target bag A rain-dark window and a crooked tag Seven eighteen on the oven clock I twist the knob till the burner locks Red coil waking under my hand I’m learning this place by the smell of the pan Salt and steam, salt and steam Salt and steam, salt and steam I ate by the sink In the blue-screen gleam Frozen peas in a glass Pyrex bowl Half a yellow onion, cut too slow The kettle hissed like a talk-back line I scraped the skin with a thrift-store knife Rain hit the sill like a matchbook tap My keys stayed heavy in the dish by the map I tasted the broth, a clean new start Warm little room, hard little heart Salt and steam, salt and steam Salt and steam, salt and steam I ate by the sink In the blue-screen gleam Back in the hall, the elevator groaned Down the pipe, one spoon hit stone I watched the bowl go empty and white Then washed it clean in the kitchen light Salt and steam, salt and steam Salt and steam, salt and steam I ate by the sink In the blue-screen gleam