Same old faces
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 8.5s
- length
- 4:02
- language
- En
lyrics
Back by the pier at half past eight Your coat still wet from the Galway rain Same cracked mug on the table waits Same joke falls flat, same old pain You shook my hand like it was new But your ring was gone and mine was too The ash on the sill, the chipped blue tile We both looked down and smiled a while The room kept its breath in the glass The clock on the wall wouldn’t pass I saw us both in the smoke and steam Still wearing the same old dream Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces By Shop Street lights and the bakery smell We talked of the years that never tell Your boots had mud from the lane outside My hands stayed cold, my pride went dry The fiddle leaned by the pub-room door No one had moved from the night before You laughed the way you always do And that was the worst thing in you The room kept its breath in the glass The clock on the wall wouldn’t pass I saw us both in the smoke and steam Still wearing the same old dream Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces On the quay, where the gulls cut low You said we’d know by the things we know But the names stayed stuck in the same old place And the years sat hard on your face I wanted change in your coat, your hands Some bent new line from different lands Instead you stood there, plain and clear Like nothing ended here Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces