Same old faces
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 1.7s
- length
- 3:26
- language
- Ta
lyrics
At Nungambakkam station, you wore the same white shirt My soda glass had chips, your laugh still knew the hurt We spoke in half-finished lines across the steel chair line Your watch was ten minutes slow, but your eyes kept time I looked for some new light Some crack in the frame But your pen still bites And my name sounds the same Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces We came back close But nothing replaced it Your mother’s steel dabba sat by the cracked red wall The mango pickle jar had dried, still spilling its salt You folded your napkin once, like you did at sixteen I found my old keychain, bent and painted green I wanted a shift, some small repair A different ring in the air But your shrug came first And I stayed right there Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces We came back close But nothing replaced it On the bus back home, the rain hit the window pane Your shoes were still untied, and mine were still the same No one became a stranger No one became new That’s the saddest part I still know you Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces Same old faces We came back close But nothing replaced it