Same name
Her mother's wedding recordings, cut up beyond recognition and rebuilt
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 2.1s
- length
- 3:00
- language
- Ar
lyrics
Nine forty-two, blue screen on my skin I drop the charger by the kettle and grin Your chat sits at the top like a coin in a tray One thumb, one blink, then you pull me your way Deadbolt clicked, bag on the chair Your name pops up, like it's already there I lock the door, then I know what I'll do One last line lands, and it's always you Same name Same name Same name Same name Last text of the night, and it cuts so clean Same name Pink case on my phone, cracked by the side Taxi horn fades under Jabal Amman tonight You send one dot, and my pulse goes fast By the time I breathe in, you're already last Screen glow hangs on my wrist I say "not tonight," but I don't resist Old keys on the table, tea gone cold Your message lands soft with a grip that holds Same name Same name Same name Same name Last text of the night, and it cuts so clean Same name I let the room go still Curtain moving on the sill Then your little bubble blooms One more word in my darkened room Same name Same name Same name Same name Last text of the night, and it cuts so clean Same name
