Voicemail kept, voicemail kept
Cyberpunk creative director who is less a manager than the studio itself
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- E major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 4.3s
- length
- 4:07
- language
- En
lyrics
I saved your voicemail at midnight On my old phone by the sink Your voice still cracks through the speaker While the washing machine counts pink The screen is chipped at the corner The case is scratched from my ride I keep your name in the top row Like a room I still have inside Seven new files in my inbox But yours still stays on top I press that little green button And let the whole world stop Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I press play, and I don't let go Voicemail kept, voicemail kept You moved away, but I still know Voicemail kept, voicemail kept Your last words in my coat pocket Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I hold that line, I never drop it Your old bus card is in my drawer Next to a stamp and a key I hear your laugh in the hallway When the fan turns slow at three The train map curls on my desk now The city folds in two I still make room for your message Like a seat that waits for you Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I press play, and I don't let go Voicemail kept, voicemail kept You moved away, but I still know Voicemail kept, voicemail kept Your last words in my coat pocket Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I hold that line, I never drop it At 1:17, I hear static Then your breath through the wire A tiny pause, then my name again Like a note in the dryer I turn the volume up one notch Let the room get small If you call from some other station I will hear it all Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I press play, and I don't let go Voicemail kept, voicemail kept You moved away, but I still know Voicemail kept, voicemail kept Your last words in my coat pocket Voicemail kept, voicemail kept I hold that line, I never drop it