Same old faces
Answers every question with the word fine and wrote an album to explain why
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 6.1s
- length
- 2:54
- language
- En
lyrics
Spadina rain on my sleeve, still cold Your hoodie on the chair, still blue and old We laughed in the booth at eleven-fifteen Same cracked phone case, same dead screen By the same red booth, you said my name I heard your laugh, it hit like blame No new scars, no new plan Just the same old hands, same old man You looked right through me, like last fall Same half-smile at the mall That parking lot was a copy and paste Same old hurt on the same old face Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Nothing changed here Nothing changed here Same old faces Same old faces Dundas pickup, your keys in your hand You still bite the cap when you’re mad At the coffee shop, we said too much Then said too little, out of touch Your ringtone hit, same dusty chime Same two minutes, same old time We both came back in the same sad clothes Like time hit pause and nobody knows Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Nothing changed here Nothing changed here Same old faces Same old faces And I thought we'd show up different New words, new eyes, new distance But your ring still flashed when you moved your hand And I still stood there, trying to understand Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Nothing changed here Nothing changed here Same old faces Same old faces