Wrong number, right night
Three sisters, one of whom is not actually a sister, and nobody will say which
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 4.8s
- length
- 2:29
- language
- En
lyrics
Sent it at ten from the tram stop glow To a dead-end number I didn’t know Your name came up in that blue-lit bleed You texted back, said, “Yeah, I’m what you need” My thumb slipped, your number hit the screen One cheap mistake, one messy machine You wrote, “Come out,” and I grabbed my coat Woolworths bag, blue pen, same dumb note Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night You called me in, and I came through At seven-thirteen on Brunswick Street You were leaning by the servo doors Got gum on your boot, a split on your lip And a grin like you’d done this before My phone buzzed hard in my jacket pocket Your second text said, “Don’t you block it” I laughed so loud at the cracked screen light Then I followed you into the night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night You called me in, and I came through You were meant for some bloke with a van But he never showed with his stupid plan So I got your chips, you got my name And we burned that mix-up into flame Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night You called me in, and I came through