Still in the drawer
Was a competitive swimmer
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 5.9s
- length
- 3:07
- language
- En
lyrics
Monday receipt in the tray by the sink Blue pen dry on the edge of the page Your name folded tight where I let it sink Under the train card, dust and cage I meant to walk it down to you Across the bridge by eight But the tram doors shut And I froze at the gate Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I keep your words in the cedar grain Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Like a folded coat in the rain Now March light cuts through the pantry glass Mugs on the counter, one cracked lip I check that drawer when the small hours pass Thumb on the stamp, on the corner slip I meant to walk it down to you Across the bridge by eight But the tram doors shut And I missed that date Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I keep your words in the cedar grain Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Like a folded coat in the rain At Nørreport, I turned too fast Snow in my collar, breath on glass I wrote the truth, then let it last One more night, one more pass Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I keep your words in the cedar grain Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Like a folded coat in the rain