What they kept, what they kept
Three sisters, one of whom is not actually a sister, and nobody will say which
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 7.4s
- length
- 2:14
- language
- En
lyrics
Mum's place on Hoddle, three rooms and a hall Flyscreens ripped, old bills piled tall I dragged the fridge off the lino floor Found your yellow receipts in the cutlery drawer Two tea cups, one cracked plate A Maccas straw from nineteen-eight You saved the good stuff, hid it tight Now I'm knee-deep in your Saturday night What they kept, what they kept What they kept, what they kept In the back room, under the bed What they kept, what they kept Old footy medals in a butter tin Your op shop shirts with the collar pin Bank books, Tupperware, a bent cassette And my school photo still in a wet ashtray set You wrote names on every box Fruit box tape and garden socks I laughed once, then I bit my lip At your note in the bread knife grip What they kept, what they kept What they kept, what they kept In the back room, under the bed What they kept, what they kept I held your apron, grease on the seam Your tax folder and a tram ticket dream No big speech, just dust and glue One last chair, then I walked right through What they kept, what they kept What they kept, what they kept In the back room, under the bed What they kept, what they kept