You held the door
Four friends who record in a garage and refuse to move to a real studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.37
- vocal at
- 15.9s
- length
- 2:47
- language
- En
lyrics
I missed the bus on High Street Rain soaked my paper bag My shoes made brown lines On the floor at Easton Mall I dropped my coins by the meter You stooped down in your coat You handed me a five Then said, "Keep moving, man" I laughed with my wet sleeves You nodded like it was nothing The whole line held still While I found my change You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door My bad day let go At 4:12, I bought coffee From a cracked paper cup The lid kept slipping off And my hands shook on the bus You saved me half a seat By the window with the gum stain You pointed at my bag Said, "You can set that here" Your thumb had flour on it From a brown bag muffin You smiled at my coat Like you'd known me for years You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door My bad day let go In the laundromat heat Your kindness still rings Quarter by quarter The dryer kept turning I think about your voice Over the change machine hum How one small hand Can steady the room You held the door You held the door You held the door You held the door My bad day let go