Second chair
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 4.5s
- length
- 3:14
- language
- En
lyrics
I came in with a mug and a key One chair by the table, then two by the sea The extra one sat near the wall By the cracked blue cup and the paper on the hall No note on the seat, no knock at the door Just a second backrest on the tiles by the floor I watched the spoon in the saucer swing slow And the clock on the fridge kept its black-and-white glow Second chair Second chair Second chair Second chair I moved my book and my Sunday shirt Found a red paint chip on the leg, still stuck in the dirt Your glass had a ring from the jam And the fan in the corner hummed soft as a tram Second chair Second chair Second chair Second chair I did not ask who sent it there I only felt the weight of the empty spare One more plate, one more place One more quiet shape in my little room of space Second chair Second chair Second chair Second chair