Your word now, your word now.
Still plays the eighty-dollar guitar he bought at nineteen and refuses better ones
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:11
- language
- En
lyrics
I said I’d be here by eight, You called that “on the dot.” Now I say it at the shop, Till it sticks like engine rot. Your phrase on my tongue, girl, Like grease on a socket wrench. I hear me talkin’ in your ways, And I don’t like what I sense. On Burnet Road, in line for coffee, I caught myself mid-swear. Same little word, same little pause, Like I picked it out your air. Your word now, your word now, Your word now, your word now. It slipped right in my mouth, Your word now, your word now. At the H-E-B on Parmer, I asked for “that one” twice. The clerk looked up, half-smilin’, Like he knew my borrowed spice. I tapped my mug on Formica, Watched the spoon spin slow. You said it once in my kitchen, Now it won’t let go. Your word now, your word now, Your word now, your word now. It slipped right in my mouth, Your word now, your word now. Last night by the old bridge rail, I heard myself say it plain. Same little word from your porch light, Same little cut, same stain. Your word now, your word now, Your word now, your word now. It slipped right in my mouth, Your word now, your word now.