Still walking home
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- B minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 7.0s
- length
- 3:29
- language
- Ta
lyrics
I left your call on read At the tea shop by the stand My dupatta smelled of rain And a broken bottle in my hand The mechanic shut his shed The milk man crossed the lane I counted tiles on the road Till my sandals filled with rain The watch on my wrist said one ten Your words still cut my throat I folded my bus pass twice And held it like a coat Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Past the locked fish market gate Still walking home The blue gate stuck halfway Your voice rang sharp and thin A dog slept on a carton box Near the wet jasmine skin I passed the மருத்துவ shop The packet rack stood bare My phone screen lit my palm Then died in the air Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Past the locked fish market gate Still walking home At four, the street sweeper came Pushing grit by the kerb He looked at my torn sleeve Then looked away, disturbed I washed my feet in the sink Cold tap, chipped white tile No call, no more noise Just the fan for a while Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Still walking home Past the locked fish market gate Still walking home