Same old chair

the numbers

bpm

103

key

G# minor

energy

0.73

dance

0.92

valence

0.45

vocal at

17.3s

length

2:37

language

En

lyrics

You came in with that same gold chain

Same chipped mug, same tired grin

I wore the jean skirt from last May

You said, "You still know how to win"

Your train was late from Peckham Road

Mine was from Lagos in my chest

We laughed too loud, then went quiet slow

Like old shoes waiting in the press

Same blue couch, same split in the seam

Same old song from the café screen

You raised your glass like nothing changed

But my hands shook when you said my name

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair

You still bite words with that sharp edge

Still miss the point, then call it pride

I saw the ring mark on your hand

And mine still open on the side

The fan turned slow above the sink

Two plates, one spoon, cold pepper stew

You said, "Some things just never move"

I looked at you and it was true

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair

I crossed an ocean, changed my hair

You stayed right there in that same stare

We grew back into the same old shape

That’s the part that I can’t bear

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair

Same old chair