Same old chair
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 11.8s
- length
- 3:14
- 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
