You shared your umbrella
Cyberpunk creative director who is less a manager than the studio itself
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 3.6s
- length
- 3:01
- language
- En
lyrics
My badge was bent at the gate My sleeves were soaked through thin and late I missed the train at line nine You held the door, said, "Take your time" Your tote bag brushed my knee Cold fries in a paper sleeve You split your last mint in two I blinked, then looked at you You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella My bad day went soft When you walked me home The clinic chair was plastic white My phone was dead by half past night You had one earbud, one old scar A sticker on your city card We stood by the fruit stand glass Wet oranges in a taped-up crate You said, "Keep moving on" And somehow my chest felt less tight You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella My bad day went soft When you walked me home At the corner deli door You bought me a rice ball, warm Your thumb had ink on the side You smiled like you'd done this before You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella You shared your umbrella My bad day went soft When you walked me home