You held the door
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 5.1s
- length
- 4:42
- language
- Fi
lyrics
At eight ten, the tram door hissed My sleeve was wet from Töölö mist I dropped my gloves beside the stand You bent down first and caught my hand Brown paper cup, one sugar, steam I’d missed two calls and lost my scheme You said, “Take this, it’s on me” Then slid one tissue up to me Outside, the curb was slick and gray My shoes were carrying half the day You stood there calm in a red knit cap Like you knew the exact place I snapped You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door And I could breathe again At Kaisa, my phone went dark My head was loud, my throat was marked You shared your scarf in the post office line Your glove on mine for a second time I fumbled coins, you counted slow At Hakaniemi, through slush and snow You pointed left when I walked past Like simple kindness could still last You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door And I could breathe again Some days are a knife in the teeth Some days a hand lifts what you need You were a stranger, plain and true White cup, wet scarf, and a step back too You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door And I could breathe again