Show me slow, show me slow
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 1.7s
- length
- 4:07
- language
- En
lyrics
At the Metrorail gate, you point at my shoes in the dust You tap the old chalk board, then let your own words rust You mix up the steps, then laugh and say, "Try it this way" I keep my blue pen ready, you keep bending time today You pause by the enamel mug, the tea gone cold You show me twice, then three times, like that story gets old I miss the turn again, you shake your head and grin Still you hold the line for me, and pull me back in Show me slow, show me slow Show me slow, show me slow You take my hand, then let it go Show me slow, show me slow On the Formica table, your nails mark circles in the ring You point to the cracked window, then you let the kettle sing I blur the corner again, you fix it with a nod Your patience wears a faded shirt, your patience has a job You pause by the enamel mug, the tea gone cold You show me twice, then three times, like that story gets old I miss the turn again, you shake your head and grin Still you hold the line for me, and pull me back in Show me slow, show me slow Show me slow, show me slow You take my hand, then let it go Show me slow, show me slow At the taxi rank, the driver leans on the door You draw the route in the air, then you draw it once more I finally catch the shape, the way your hands allow You taught me with a crooked smile, and I hear it now Show me slow, show me slow Show me slow, show me slow You take my hand, then let it go Show me slow, show me slow