wrong chat, right hand
Met working overnight shifts at the same hospital and still keep those hours
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 12.6s
- length
- 3:24
- language
- En
lyrics
Sent it at eight-oh-three to the name next door Rain on the ferry glass your reply hit my floor Blue gloves on the kitchen rail my thumb still shook You said, “I think this is mine” and that was the look Phone face-down on the tile I watched it glow One wrong name, one right line I let it go You typed back fast like you knew the code A small warm split in a frozen road Wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand Now I know your name At the Pike Place gate I bought pears in a bag Your gray coat brushed my sleeve and my tag You held my text like a map with rain One bad send one sweet return again Wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand Now I know your name Ten-forty-one, the bus doors hiss my phone lit up green You sent your address on Second and Spring I stood by the curb with salt on my jeans A typo opened what the night had been Wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand wrong chat, right hand Now I know your name