Second ring
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 0.9s
- length
- 4:23
- language
- En
lyrics
At three, my phone lights blue on the case On Long Street, I’m parked by the bakery gate First ring rings out, I stare at the screen Second ring, your name comes through clean The kettle in my flat has gone cold My socks on the chair, folded and old You say, “You’re awake?” like you already knew I say, “Only because the night called you” You don’t ask twice, you just lean in One more breath and the story begins I hear your laugh through the static tide Cape Town hush on the other side Second ring Second ring Second ring Second ring Table Bay wind taps my zinc window pane Your voice comes soft through the midnight rain You know my room with the cracked white wall And the spoon in the mug by the sink in the hall You say, “Walk me through it, start slow” I say, “I’ve got nowhere else to go” Your words hit steady, like a drumskin tight You make the dark feel less of a night Second ring Second ring Second ring Second ring If the block is quiet and my heart runs wild You answer like a brother, like a Cape Flats child No big speech, just your voice in the line A small clear yes at the edge of time Second ring Second ring Second ring Second ring