Used to be yours
From the northeast, moved to the capital, and plays village music at 3am club sets
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 3.6s
- length
- 3:26
- language
- Th
lyrics
Your key still fits the door But it hangs by the floor At Hua Lamphong, I wait by the train Your red scarf drinks the rain I found your cup by the sink One chipped rim, one blue ring The fan turns slow above me And I taste last night’s tea Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Now it lives with the break-up Now it sleeps in the crack-up At the night market stall Your chopsticks lean on the wall A plastic bag keeps the mango sweet I count your steps in the heat The taxi meter still glows When I pass where the canal road goes Your name on my phone stays still Like a coin on the windowsill Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Now it lives with the break-up Now it sleeps in the crack-up I fold your shirt by the chair Late fan air everywhere Bangkok drums in the room While your side of the bed stays small Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Used to be yours Now it lives with the break-up Now it sleeps in the crack-up