Slow hands, slow hands
Co-founder who surfs at dawn, journals every night, and has strong opinions about drops and transitions
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 3.6s
- length
- 4:24
- language
- En
lyrics
You showed me your way with a dull kitchen knife Took ten slow tries just to cut through the lime Your hand on my wrist, then you missed on the slice Juice on the board, and I laughed through the time You said, "Watch again, keep your elbow in place" The spoon hit the bowl with a cold little trace I leaned in too close to the blue-rimmed plate Then your steady hand drew the line I could chase Slow hands, slow hands Slow hands, slow hands I learned it your way Slow hands, slow hands At the sink by the window, the soap was half gone You stacked up the cups in a straight quiet row I fumbled the towel, then you let me go on Till the rag found the drip and the water moved slow You said, "One more time, let the handle turn here" The lock caught my thumb, then it finally cleared You stayed at my side while I fought with the gear Soft like the dawn on the glass in the pier Slow hands, slow hands Slow hands, slow hands I learned it your way Slow hands, slow hands Now I can hear it in the tap of the pan In the turn of the key, in the fold of a sleeve You were patient with me, grain by grain And I keep that rhythm wherever I leave Slow hands, slow hands Slow hands, slow hands I learned it your way Slow hands, slow hands
