THE STOVE
Sings like a woman narrating her own film, and the film does not end well
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- A minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.36
- vocal at
- 6.4s
- length
- 3:19
- language
- En
lyrics
Your truck is idling in my drive A slow smoke curling off your flame And every reason I survive Walks out to meet you all the same You're no good, and I know, I know I keep touching the stove It's warm before it burns me, though I keep touching the stove Lord, I keep touching the stove I keep touching the stove Peach gone soft on the sill Sweet as sin and sweeter still I know rot from twenty feet But God, the first bite's sweet Someday I'll let the fire die Pack my grit and say goodbye But tonight your headlights swing Low and gold through everything I keep touching the stove I keep touching the stove It's warm before it burns me, though I keep touching the stove