Second ring, second ring
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 4.6s
- length
- 4:09
- language
- En
lyrics
Three-fifteen, I’m on the edge of the bed Screen glow blue on the cracked front pane Your name pops up, then the line goes red Second ring hits through the kitchen rain I’ve got my boots by the mat in a row Cold tea left in the chipped white mug You answer fast like you already know “Yeah, I’m here” through the handset buzz Curtain twitch, hear the bin lorry roll One ring gone, then your breath comes in There’s a wet coat draped over my chair And you say my name like it’s pinned to your skin Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You always get me Second ring, second ring Back step slick, got a roll-up tin Bus stop bench with the gum scars clear You’re at the gate with your hood tucked in One sock soaked and a split-back ear I pace the hall while the freezer hums You’re half a block and you’re halfway there You don’t ask why, you just say, “I’m coming” Second ring truth in the cold night air Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You always get me Second ring, second ring Phone face down on the table now Mugs and keys in a greasy line If the world folds in, you call back loud You’re that buzz cut through the line Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You always get me Second ring, second ring