That was yours
Was a competitive swimmer
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 2.8s
- length
- 2:52
- language
- En
lyrics
Your mug by the sink, blue rim chipped clean Nine forty-two, rain on Vesterbro screens You left your scarf on the chair by the door I folded it once, then I folded it more Now the room keeps your shape in the glass My thumb on the play bar, stuck where we passed The first note lands like a key in my chest I let it run on, but it knows the rest That was yours That was yours That was yours That was yours Now it plays in my room By Nørreport, I bought coffee for two Paper cup warm, but the lid stayed with you Your voice on the chorus, thin in the mix Still hits like a match on the edge of my lips Now the room keeps your shape in the glass My thumb on the play bar, stuck where we passed The first note lands like a key in my chest I let it run on, but it knows the rest That was yours That was yours That was yours That was yours Now it plays in my room I found the old file on a black USB Wedged in a drawer by the train tickets we Your name on the track, still sharp in the light I almost delete it, then let it survive That was yours That was yours That was yours That was yours Now it plays in my room
