You never said a thing
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 7.2s
- length
- 2:54
- language
- En
lyrics
Monday coat on the chair Your pen still there by the mug I ran late from Kaneshie You told them, “he’s on the way,” with a shrug You signed my name by the tray While I chased a trotro lane No loud talk in the hallway You kept it cool in the rain When the boss asked where I was You just smiled and changed the page You moved like nothing happened Then you left me center stage Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You never said a thing Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down My desk still got your ring Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You saved me with one word Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down That kind of love gets heard I saw your blue flask by the sink And that cracked white sugar tin You were there by the copier Calm as the fan on the ceiling spin I brought you a pack of eggs From the kiosk by the gate You just waved me off, said “small thing” Like kindness came by mistake Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You never said a thing Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down My desk still got your ring Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You saved me with one word Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down That kind of love gets heard If my name goes missing again I know who will speak my side Not for applause, not for likes You just kept my place inside Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You never said a thing Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down My desk still got your ring Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down You saved me with one word Held it down, held it down, held it down, held it down That kind of love gets heard