With my name folded in your lap

the numbers

bpm

108

key

C# major

energy

0.73

dance

0.90

valence

0.50

vocal at

5.0s

length

2:37

language

En

lyrics

At four, the market gates rolled down

Your white trainers kissed the brown

Jollof on my sleeve, you laughed

While bus brakes sighed past the town

Cup of cold malt, half-spilled

Rain on the bus stop tile

Everybody called their cab

You just stood there, still

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

At the door when they all made tracks

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

With my name folded in your lap

In Peckham, by the off-licence door

Your coat had pepper, starch, and rain

I locked up late, you held the bag

Till the cleaner swept the floor again

Phone screen low, battery red

Buses hissed past Rye Lane

Crowd moved on, but your two feet

Kept time with me instead

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

At the door when they all made tracks

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

With my name folded in your lap

When the cups were stacked up high

And the bench got cold and bare

You were still there, checking me

With your keys and your damp hair

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

At the door when they all made tracks

You stayed, you stayed, you stayed, you stayed

With my name folded in your lap