Second ring, you pick up
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.68
- vocal at
- 2.9s
- length
- 3:08
- language
- Ro
lyrics
At 3:04, my screen is blue Two rings in, and it’s you Half-lit tram stop, wet pavement squares Your name pops up like you were there Keys on the table, coat half-zipped I hear you laugh through one sleep-slip From Bucharest to blocks away You pick up fast, you make my day Don’t ask why, don’t need a reason Your voice comes in like early season I say one word, you say “I’m here” And all that static disappears Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Coffee stain on my kitchen plate I was one minute from too late You say “come by,” I hear that grin Tinny from the cracked-up pin I cross the bridge with my hood pulled low You leave the hall light on to glow By the door, my shoes hit stone I’m not alone, I’m not alone Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Keep the phone beside your bed Keep that little charge light red If my heart starts running wild You answer like it’s child’s play, child Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up Second ring, you pick up