Sodium Sky
Left home at sixteen with a bag and has written about that morning for thirty years
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.66
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.63
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 3:29
- language
- En
lyrics
One duffel bag, the midnight coach, the chip-shop steam, the orange rain. My father's watch, a stern reproach — it ticks like: stay, stay, stay again. Sodium lamps burn gold goodbye, I dance beneath a chemical sky. I'm not coming back, not coming back, sing it till the streetlights crack, not coming back, not coming back, my heart's a flare on the railway track, and it hurts like hell, and it feels like flight — I'm not coming back tonight. Ma left the hall light on for me. I watched it shrink to one gold grain. I'll post her pictures of the sea and sign them: your boy, southbound train. I'm not coming back, not coming back, sing it till the streetlights crack, not coming back, not coming back, my heart's a flare on the railway track, and it hurts like hell, and it feels like flight — I'm not coming back tonight. Play it louder, break my heart. Staying whole was the harder part. I'm not coming back, not coming back, sing it till the streetlights crack, not coming back, not coming back, my heart's a flare on the railway track, and it hurts like hell, and it feels like flight — I'm not coming back tonight. Not coming back... but I'll carry it all.