Your word
Formed in a laundrette, named after a pub that closed before they were born
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 7.0s
- length
- 3:08
- language
- En
lyrics
I said it at lunch on Deansgate Road With a dented spoon and a paper cup You used it first, like it was owed Now I use it too, and I caught myself up In the chip shop queue at quarter to two I heard it slip out, plain and neat On the blue bus home, I turned to you It sounded like my own bad beat Your word Your word Your word Your word It's sat on my tongue all day By the sink, I scrubbed a tea stain clean On a cracked white plate, by half past ten I said it again, like I hadn't seen It was yours in my mouth, then mine again I heard my mates laugh on the number four At the wet coat rail, in the aisle of light You lent me the phrase from the day before Now it comes back dressed up in my mouth at night Your word Your word Your word Your word It's sat on my tongue all day Last Thursday, outside the bakery door I said it to the girl with the silver tray She looked at me like she'd heard it before And I knew then I had given you away Your word Your word Your word Your word It's sat on my tongue all day