Your word, your word
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- A major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.42
- vocal at
- 18.9s
- length
- 2:21
- language
- En
lyrics
I said “the thing,” but I meant your name Now my mouth moves funny, still it feels the same At Makola, by the bags and tins I heard your word in my lips again I caught myself in the queue by the van Poured your word in my talk, and I didn’t plan Now it sits on my tongue like a coin Rolling round when I call your point Your word, your word Your word, your word I use your word now Your word, your word At the chop bar, I asked for that one plate Then I said your word, and I smiled too late In Osu, by the ice and cups Even my brothers said I picked it up Your word, your word Your word, your word I use your word now Your word, your word Now when I reach for the blue enamel bowl Your word comes first, then I lose control From Kaneshie to the taxi stand Your sound is living in my hand Your word, your word Your word, your word I use your word now Your word, your word