Salt on the spoon
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.88
- valence
- 0.38
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 3:51
- language
- No
lyrics
You showed me once by the sink in May A chipped blue bowl and a spoon in clay Your hands were slow, your words all bent You fixed my lace, then let it twist and went By the window, the kettle cried You pointed north, then stepped aside I held the cup with a clumsy hand You nodded once, I started to stand Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon It stung my tongue And stayed till noon You taught me badly, but you stayed to show How rye bread tears when the crust is low At half past six, by the cracked stove ring You let me fail at a simple thing Your mitten thumb had a red wool seam You watched me spill by the enamel beam Then you laughed low, like a chair on pine And placed my fingers back in line Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon It stung my tongue And stayed till noon Now April rain taps the window frame I still misshape that small hard name You taught me wrong, and you taught me slow That some things learn by letting go Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon Salt on the spoon It stung my tongue And stayed till noon