Tell me plain
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
- 0.79
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 0.5s
- length
- 3:36
- language
- Ge
lyrics
You came in with your boots still wet At Köpenick, by the Späti step You held my phone like a little stone Then said my name in a quieter tone You said the cup has a hairline split I saw the crack when you tilted it You watched me reach for the same old lie Then looked at me and didn’t look away Seven-thirteen on the microwave Your keys still warm in the ceramic tray You said it soft, but it hit like rain Now I can’t unhear that shape of pain Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain I need the cut to stay You found the receipt in my coat pocket Two tram stops back, folded and crumpled You said my grin was a borrowed thing Like a borrowed bike with a broken ring I tried to laugh, tried to change the frame You tapped the glass and you said my name No sugar coat, no little disguise Just the truth standing in your blue-gray eyes Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain I need the cut to stay Near midnight, under the kitchen fan You put your mug down and I made a plan To call it false, to call it mean But you were clean, you were clean Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain Tell me plain I need the cut to stay