Still in the drawer
Three sisters, one of whom is not actually a sister, and nobody will say which
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 8.0s
- length
- 2:43
- language
- En
lyrics
Blue A4 in the drawer Under socks and a bent-up comb Folded once at Swanston door I left your name in my Carlton home Ink dried stiff by the caravan park Three cups stacked by the sink I read it once after dark Then I fed it back to the link Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Your name won’t move me now Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I shut that chipboard down Rain on the laundry room pane Biro bleed on the kitchen tile Your postbox note sat two weeks in the rain I never found the nerve, just a crumpled smile Eighteen minutes past six By the tram stop, cold and bare I heard your boots on the bricks But you were never there Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Your name won’t move me now Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I shut that chipboard down Now the drawer sticks on the rail Paint flakes off the pine I pull it hard, it groans and squeals And there’s your words in a tidy line Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Your name won’t move me now Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I shut that chipboard down