WHITE GLOVES
Nobody has photographed his face and he says that is the only interesting thing about him
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.37
- vocal at
- 2.5s
- length
- 2:14
- language
- Sp
lyrics
(church bells, far off) They gave me white gloves at the door. They handed me the white gloves Your mother wouldn't meet my eye Same hands that swore brother-love She asked me, "quien?" — I couldn't lie (quien?... quien?) We split one plate at fifteen We split the block at nineteen Then the block split us (y ya... y ya) I carried you, I carried you The last thing I could do — I carried you I carried you, I carried you In the rain, hermano, I carried you (hermano... hermano...) I know which corner, know which car I know the name, I know the bar Your rosary hangs from my mirror Every red light, it swings nearer (swing... swing...) If I ride out tonight Nobody comes back right So I park at the spot Light a candle — that's what I got (that's what I got) I carried you, I carried you Six blocks of rain, I carried you I carried you, I carried you Still carrying you, still carrying you (todavia) (rain on the roof) White gloves in the glovebox.