Spare the speech
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
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 4.1s
- length
- 3:40
- language
- Ge
lyrics
I folded the note by the sink Three weeks of words on the brink U-Bahn rumble through the glass I watched the mirror harden fast I wore my boots to the hall Counted the screws in the wall You came in late with your keys I bit the line, let it freeze On the kettle, red and low My mouth knew what I wouldn't show I traced the tile with my thumb Waited for the sound to come Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech Coffee ring on the blue table Three sugar cubes, still unable Your jacket on the chair by seven My jaw kept time to eleven I had the whole thing lettered clean Each sharp reply, each step between But your face went soft as bread And all my storms stayed in my head On the kettle, red and low My mouth knew what I wouldn't show I traced the tile with my thumb Waited for the sound to come Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech Now the note is under a magnet Blue with a bend in the packet Your keys on the tray, my hands still The room goes quiet against my will Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech Spare the speech