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THE LAST ROW

THE PENCIL IN THE DRAWER

Sings the last song of the night in a theatre where nobody stays for the last song

style

  • theatrical
  • anthem
  • stadium ballad
  • piano and full orchestra
  • enormous dynamic build
  • belted female vocal
  • choir on final chorus
  • cinematic strings
  • irish accent
  • devastating and huge

the numbers

bpm
117
key
G# major
energy
0.67
dance
0.95
valence
0.57
vocal at
6.4s
length
2:21
language
En

lyrics

(keys jingle on a kitchen counter)

The agent calls it move-in ready
She taps her heels across the hall
My mother's hand once held me steady
Right there, against the kitchen wall

Four-foot-two in ninety-three
(ninety-three)
Every summer, a new line for me

Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
That's my whole life on one wall
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
Watch me little, watch me tall
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
Take the garden, take the view
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
But those pencil lines stay true

The boxes swallow every shelf
Her apron's folded in with mine
I stand where I outgrew myself
And press my back against the line

The buyers have a girl of four
(of four)
I left the pencil in the drawer
(in the drawer)

Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
That's my whole life on one wall
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
Watch me little, watch me tall
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
Take the garden, take the view
Don't paint over me (don't paint over me)
But those pencil lines stay true

(a door latches, soft)
Grow tall, little one. Grow tall.