Walk me home
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 2.0s
- length
- 3:33
- language
- En
lyrics
I left the pub with my collar up high Rain on Shop Street, cold in my eye My shoe lace broke by the old stone wall And your last hard words still followed my fall Six in the morning, the butcher’s shut tight I split my hand on the bike shed light Salt on my knuckles, mud on my heel I kept on moving to shake what I feel Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Past the canal, past the sleeping door Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home I’ll learn that bruise on the way before At the Spar window I checked my face Lip cut open, shirt out of place A taxi hissed by on Eyre Square lane But I took the long road in the wind and rain Six in the morning, the butcher’s shut tight I split my hand on the bike shed light Salt on my knuckles, mud on my heel I kept on moving to shake what I feel Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Past the canal, past the sleeping door Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home I’ll learn that bruise on the way before By the dark quay stones, I slowed my pace Saw my own shadow in a shop glass face No grand goodbyes, no clean goodbye Just wet boots and a stubborn sky Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Past the canal, past the sleeping door Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home Walk me home I’ll learn that bruise on the way before