Same old faces, same old faces

the numbers

bpm

144

key

A# major

energy

0.73

dance

0.95

valence

0.55

vocal at

2.2s

length

4:29

language

En

lyrics

At seven in the pub, you shook the rain from your coat

Same cracked red booth, same menu, same joke

Your ring was on your finger, mine was gone from my hand

You laughed at the same old thing and I still didn’t understand

The darts board’s chipped in the corner, the glasses line the bar

We talked in little circles like we hadn’t got far

Your keys on the table, my phone face-down in the dark

And every word between us hit the same dull mark

Same old faces, same old faces

Same old faces, same old faces

We stood there close and said nothing new

Same old faces, same old faces

On Kirkgate by the bus stop, you checked the time on your watch

I had the same blue jumper, you still tied your knots

The chip shop paper blew past your shoes in the rain

You said, “It’s mad, isn’t it?” and I said, “It’s the same”

The booth was still sticky, the till still loud

We smiled like photographs in a thinning crowd

Your nail on the glass, my thumb on the seam

Nothing in the room moved past nineteen-ninety-three

Same old faces, same old faces

Same old faces, same old faces

We stood there close and said nothing new

Same old faces, same old faces

Now the room’s gone thin, the tab’s all paid

Your coat’s on the chair where we used to stay

I wanted the years to show in your eyes

But you kept the same soft stare, and I kept mine

Same old faces, same old faces

Same old faces, same old faces

We stood there close and said nothing new

Same old faces, same old faces