Walk me home, walk me home
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 7.7s
- length
- 2:37
- language
- En
lyrics
Taxi rank mud on my sneakers Randburg wind biting my skin One torn bill in my pocket And your last text still burning in The bottle cap rolls by the gutter My jaw still aches from the blow Past the spaza with the blue crate I keep my head down low Seven past one on the corner I hear my keys hit the gate Mama’s TV through the curtain I move slow, I’m late Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home JHB dust on my collar Broken heel near the curb Two cops lean by the takeaway I pass quiet, say no word At the flat, the kettle’s cold now My shirt got a red-brown stain I wash my face in the basin But I still taste the rain Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Lock clicks soft in the hallway Socks on the tile, no sound I sit by the fridge with the door shut Till my breathing comes back down Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home Walk me home, walk me home