Your word
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 1.2s
- length
- 2:16
- language
- En
lyrics
I caught myself at the counter Saying that word you used on me At 7:12 by the coffee grinder My mouth moved first, then I could see Your blue cup left a ring on the table My phone lit up with your last text I heard your word in my own voice And I knew what it meant next Now it slips out easy Like a key in my front door I say it to the cashier Then I say it once more Your word Your word Your word Your word Now it lives in my mouth And I can't turn back now In Little Havana, on Calle Ocho I said it laughing in the heat At the fruit stand by the red mango You would've smiled right at my feet I used it when I packed your T-shirt Folded tight in the wicker drawer It came out sharp in the kitchen Like it had been there before Your word Your word Your word Your word Now it lives in my mouth And I can't turn back now At the sink, I mouthed it slow With the tap running low It's your shape in my throat And I hate that I know Your word Your word Your word Your word Now it lives in my mouth And I can't turn back now