Your word now
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.63
- vocal at
- 2.8s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- En
lyrics
At the bus stop, six-forty-three You said it once, then it stuck to me I called that chipshop by your name Now my mouth trips, same old game On Gloucester Road, with a plastic bag I said your word and it made me laugh Out loud, in the queue, by the frozen door It came from you, then it came back for more Your word now Your word now Your word now Your word now It lives in my mouth Your word now In the kitchen, Monday, half past nine I asked for a bap, not mine Your way of saying it cut through clean Now it sounds like it's always been On the 70 home, by the fogged-up pane I said it again, like a tiny stain On my tongue, on the tray, in the takeaway light Your word slipped in and it felt so right Your word now Your word now Your word now Your word now It lives in my mouth Your word now I caught myself mid-sentence At the Co-op till Your word in my teeth Like a coin I won't spill I didn't plan it It just moved in slow Now every dead simple thing Has your accent in tow Your word now Your word now Your word now Your word now It lives in my mouth Your word now