Wrong number, right heart
Trained in opera, thrown out for improvising, and has never once sung a song the same way twice
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 4.3s
- length
- 2:27
- language
- En
lyrics
I sent your name by mistake, then stared at the screen in blue At a café by République, my spoon went cold in the stew The kettle clicked in the flat, my thumb still shook on the glass One wrong little message, and I watched the seconds pass Then your reply came back soft, from the edge of a train seat Ink on your notebook, rain on your shoe, the pulse of the street You wrote, "keep talking," like you knew where my pulse would go And my whole little error began to glow Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart You turned my slip into gold You held the line when it broke You said your collar was damp, your gloves were folded in twos You sent a blurred métro map, and a ticket with coffee-ring blues I sent a photo of my keys on the marble by the sink You said, "I like the way you overthink" Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart You turned my slip into gold You held the line when it broke Now your messages arrive like flowers dropped on my stair A peach on the windowsill, a scarf left draped on a chair If fate has a typo, let it land on me again I would send you the same mistake Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart You turned my slip into gold You held the line when it broke