Wrong number, right heart
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 9.5s
- length
- 4:04
- language
- En
lyrics
At 18 Loop Street, my phone lit blue Thumb slipped fast, sent the text to you Wrong name, wrong time, on my tiny screen But your reply came back fresh and clean I was on a MyCiTi, bags at my knees Rain on the window, salt in the breeze You said, “Who is this?” with a laughing tone I said, “Just me, but I’m not alone” Table Mountain caught the fading light Your next line hit me soft and bright I meant to delete, meant to move along But your little typo felt right all night Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart You were in Observatory, near the station gate I was by the harbour, running late You sent one selfie with a plastic cup Said, “If this is a mistake, don’t clean it up” We talked by voice note, short and low About the ferry ropes and the docks below Your mother’s name, my uncle’s shop One small mistake made the whole thing stop Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Now the charger hums on my bedside table Your name sits still in a cracked blue label What began as a slip through a clumsy screen Turned into a doorway I’d never seen Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart Wrong number, right heart