Take me home, take me home
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
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 6.6s
- length
- 2:51
- language
- Ge
lyrics
We leave the garage at ten Your hand on my knee again The wipers tap the glass in time Kottbusser Tor slips by, it's fine Radio low, no need to speak Your jacket on the seat, blue and weak I watch your thumb on the window seam We know the route, we keep the dream Take me home, take me home Take me home, take me home We don't talk, we don't talk We just roll, we just roll At Tempelhof the lanes go wide Your mirror shows my half-smile slide A paper bag of bread and plums Your fingers drumming where the dash light comes Take me home, take me home Take me home, take me home We don't talk, we don't talk We just roll, we just roll At the red light, your breath turns slow Your ring taps once on the console I lean back, let the meters pass Berlin holds us like a pane of glass Take me home, take me home Take me home, take me home We don't talk, we don't talk We just roll, we just roll