Thumb on glass
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 5:28
- language
- En
lyrics
Fourteen frozen on the screen A ferry wake in gray-blue green Your thumb by the church wall, stiff Salt on the lens, a cracked glass riff I tilt the phone under the lamp The battery is low and damp One tap could bury every trace But your face still cuts the case I swipe left slow, then halt mid-air The album loads, then strips me bare A name in the corner, pale and small I hear the sink, I hear it call Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass I cannot kill what will not die I cannot stare, I cannot lie Thumb on glass Thumb on glass At Bryggen rain keeps blackening wood You wore a red scarf, knot tied good Six steps from the tram, mud and steam Your boots were white in one bad dream Now the screen glows under my skin One face held out, one face held in Delete sits there like a nailed-up door My hand backs off from the shore The cursor blinks in a white-lit room A kettle ticks, a door asks doom I know that shape, that coat, that frame If I erase it, what stays the same? Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass I cannot kill what will not die I cannot stare, I cannot lie Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Take the train through the wet black cut Past containers, salt, and rusted nut I hold the phone like a shard of bone Not yours, not mine, but carved in stone One pulse, then another My finger still tremors Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass Thumb on glass I cannot kill what will not die I cannot stare, I cannot lie Thumb on glass Thumb on glass