Slow and kind
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:06
- language
- Ge
lyrics
You showed me the plug from wrong to right At my desk in Neukölln by the trainline light Blue marker on a torn IKEA box Your hands were slow, but the lesson got stuck You said, "Try again," at half past nine The kettle clicked, then you drew the line My pen shook once on the laminate top You watched me fail, then you told me to stop Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind At Warschauer, rain tapped my sleeve You fixed one screw, then you let me breathe I held the drill like it might bite back You smiled and turned my fear to black Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind In the white hall, under broken fan hum You counted my steps, one by one, dumb and numb Then you let me do the last small part Bad at first, but you stayed on my chart Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind Slow and kind