THE NEW OWNERS

style

• narrative singer-songwriter ballad
• long-form storytelling
• acoustic guitar into full band
• restrained verses building to raw cathartic bridge
• specific detailed lyricism
• american accent
• devastating and cinematic
• american accent
• tender
• aching

the numbers

bpm

144

key

A# major

energy

0.68

dance

0.93

valence

0.43

vocal at

13.7s

length

3:10

language

En

lyrics

(a car idles at a curb)
(mmm...)

I parked across from number four
Somebody navy-blued our door
The maple's just a ring of ground
I sat there, didn't make a sound
(the hazards click, click)

There's a light in my old window
(my old window)
A stranger's shadow moving slow

That was ours (that was ours)
Every inch of it was ours
The doorframe with our pencil scars
That was ours (still ours)
That was ours (that was ours)
Glow-stars on the ceiling — ours

A kid's bike lies across the drive
Proof the old place is still alive
They sanded down the kitchen frame
Where Dad penciled our heights and names

That was ours (that was ours)
Every inch of it was ours
The doorframe with our pencil scars
That was ours (still ours)
That was ours (that was ours)

Under the navy there's still red
Under the turf, the dog's old bed
(good girl, good girl)

That was ours (that was ours)
Every inch of it was ours
The doorframe with our pencil scars
That was ours (still ours)
That was ours

I drove home the long way round
(the hazards click, click)
(that was ours... that was ours)