Your usual, your usual
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.39
- vocal at
- 7.1s
- length
- 3:21
- language
- No
lyrics
You came in wet from the quay With salt on your sleeve and your keys I wrote down the cup and the cream You blinked once, then you believed Next morning, the same tin spoon Frost on the window by noon You said my name like you knew The shape of the cup before I do Your usual, your usual Your usual, your usual I set it by the saucer By the cold glass and the small spoon Two black beans under the grinder The kettle hissed in the back room You tapped your finger on pine And asked for the chair by the window I kept your order in chalk On the board above the jars No need to ask me twice Your coat still steamed by the door Your usual, your usual Your usual, your usual I set it by the saucer By the cold glass and the small spoon After closing, I rinsed the cups Counted six coins in the tray Your gloves left a dent in the bench And the room held your shape for a day Your usual, your usual Your usual, your usual I set it by the saucer By the cold glass and the small spoon