THE EIGHTH BAR
Writes about being seventeen from a distance of exactly one year, which is the worst distance
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.30
- vocal at
- 4.8s
- length
- 2:52
- language
- En
lyrics
(a piano, muffled, through the wall) (hmm... hmm...) At nine you play the same eight bars I time my kettle to your start You always miss the seventh note I've come to love the way it floats (wrong, and lovely) I don't know your name (name, name) I know your hands though (hands, hands) Play it again (play it again) Play it again My whole flat leans to listen in Play it again Wrong note and all, again, again Play it again (again, again) I pressed a water glass to paint And heard you swear, polite and faint You started over, slower now I mouthed along. I don't know how. (closer, closer) I could just knock (knock, knock) I never will though (no, no) Play it again (play it again) Play it again My whole flat leans to listen in Play it again Wrong note and all, again, again Play it again (again, again) If you ever move away Leave the piano. Leave the eighth bar wrong. (wrong, and lovely) Play it again Play it again Play it again Play it again (again, again, again) (hmm... hmm...) Nine o'clock. I'll put the kettle on. (again)