The sun in your hair
Four friends who record in a garage and refuse to move to a real studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.37
- vocal at
- 4.0s
- length
- 2:43
- language
- En
lyrics
Main Street Tuesday 'bout a quarter past two Sun was high Not a cloud in the blue You were laughing Near the old bookstore door Didn't know what I was looking for Then I saw you there Just standing in the air Oh The sun in your hair The sun in your hair Yeah The sun in your hair And I'm glad you're well The sun in your hair A story to tell The sun in your hair No shadows to quell That faded denim jacket I remember it still Coffee cup in your hand By the window sill Someone with you Talking low and so easy No more of that old feeling Heavy and greasy Oh The sun in your hair The sun in your hair Yeah The sun in your hair And I'm glad you're well The sun in your hair A story to tell The sun in your hair No shadows to quell Used to think of you in rain In the dark In the gray But seeing you shine like that It just brightened my day No more knots in my gut No more ache in my chest Just a quiet little smile Putting old things to rest