Still in the drawer
Played to eleven people for six years and then to eleven thousand in one summer
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 3:31
- language
- En
lyrics
There’s a brown envelope In the top drawer by the socks Postmark from Hebden Bridge Faded round the folds and knocks I wrote it at the back door With rain on the kitchen glass Your name leaned hard in blue ink And I left it where it’d pass Every time I pull that drawer The paper smells like glue My thumb finds the torn corner And the words come back to you Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Monday at the sorting office I watched the van roll by Then I took the long way home Past the chip shop and the post box light Now the biscuit tin’s got receipts Bus tickets, old keys, and change But your letter stays face-down Like it knows my name Every time I pull that drawer The paper smells like glue My thumb finds the torn corner And the words come back to you Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer If I send it now, it lands On a table by the tea If I keep it, it turns to dust Right here with me The stamp’s stuck to the envelope The flap has gone soft at the seam I stand there with the drawer half-open And the room holds its breath for me Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer