With my name folded in your lap
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 9.2s
- length
- 2:24
- 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