You kept it in a plastic tin box
Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 7.1s
- length
- 3:29
- language
- Si
lyrics
At six I took the front room key Dust on the fan, black tea gone cold by three Your shirts hung stiff on the nail by the door A spice tin rattled on the tiled floor I found old receipts in a biscuit box Bus fare scribbles, a temple sock Your folding chair leaned by the radio stand One cracked blue bowl still in your hand I stood by the almirah, slow Cardboard and moth holes in a row Then I saw what you kept inside Small things held in plain sight You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box In the back room, August light Hit a glass jar of buttons just right A train ticket folded in your purse A wedding photo, edges worn and curved Three old keys tied with red thread tight A school badge, bent from years and fights I packed your comb, your watch, your spoon Then closed the bag by noon I heard the gate brush the wall Your apron folded after all And every room said, take your time So I took mine You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box By the veranda, rain hit hard Water on the brake of the parked-up car I touched the lid, cold in my palm Counted the nails, counted them calm No grand words, no final scene Just sugar stains and a blue tin seam What you saved was small and true Now I’m carrying you You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box You kept it in a plastic tin box