TILL THE BUSES RUN
Three men who record in a shed in the desert and refuse to release anything made in a city
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- A minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.34
- vocal at
- 4.9s
- length
- 3:03
- language
- En
lyrics
Kebab shop glow on your cheek Four a.m. and my feet ache You do the voice, my knees go weak We keep each other wide awake Don't check your phone for the time The sun can wait in line Stay till the buses run Stay till the buses run The night's not done, the night's not done Stay till the buses run One more song, then one more one Stay till the buses run Your mascara's a smudged wing My jacket's around you now We split the last onion ring You hum the chorus wrong somehow Grey and pink above the flats The morning's at the door We're two tired acrobats Falling one hour more Stay till the buses run Stay till the buses run The night's not done, the night's not done Stay till the buses run