THE WOMAN IN THE BLUE HOUSE
Writes third-person short stories and sings them as if they happened to her
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.85
- valence
- 0.33
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 3:47
- language
- En
lyrics
(the blue house) The woman in the blue house buys two coffees every day One for her and one she carries to the bench beside the pier And she sits there for an hour and she throws the second away And she's done it every morning of the seven-and-a-half years And the boy who works the counter never asks And makes them both without being told The woman in the blue house, the woman in the blue house Everybody in this town knows and nobody has said The woman in the blue house, the woman in the blue house And the bench has got a plaque on it and nobody has read The plaque says only "Michael" and a year and nothing more Which is either very little or exactly what it's for I don't know her. I've never spoken to her once. I've watched her from a window for two summers with my tea And I have made her whole life up and I'm not sure that's allowed And it's the truest thing I've written and it isn't hers, it's me The woman in the blue house, the woman in the blue house Everybody in this town knows and nobody has said The woman in the blue house, the woman in the blue house And the bench has got a plaque on it and nobody has read (nobody has read)