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Otto Lindqvist

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
F major
energy
0.75
dance
0.95
valence
0.46
vocal at
2.3s
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