Second chair, second chair
Built a studio in a building with one wall missing and never fixed the wall
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 2:47
- language
- Ar
lyrics
I left my keys by the blue tile sink One chair was there, then a second by the drink Same wood legs, same nick on the side No word in the room, but it changed its mind At seven-ten, I checked again Two cups on the tray, one stain on the rim I touched the back, it was warm to the skin Like someone sat down and slid right in Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair It showed up there, it showed up there Second chair, second chair By the balcony door, I kept my shoes The ashtray stayed full, the glass had bruise Your coat on the hook, my watch on ten Now that extra seat keeps looking in I heard the latch at half past one No footsteps loud, no phone calls done Just that spare frame under the fan Like a quiet move from an unseen hand Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair It showed up there, it showed up there Second chair, second chair I pulled it out slow on the cracked floorboard Four legs, one scratch, and a bent brass chord I set it back by the long white wall Still waiting there when the kettle calls Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair It showed up there, it showed up there Second chair, second chair