Your word, your word
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 8.6s
- length
- 2:36
- language
- En
lyrics
I said “I’m late,” then “running behind” Now I’m in Peckham, still on your line My coat on the chair, your text on the screen I caught myself saying it like it’s me You call it a lift, I called it a ride Now “I’m just outside” slips off my tongue right Same blue teacup, same chipped white rim Your little word crept in under my skin On the 176 Past Rye Lane again I heard my mouth Before I knew the plan Your word, your word Your word, your word It came out clean Like it lived in me Your word, your word Your word, your word Now when I speak It sounds like you and me Mum rang at six while I was cutting fruit I said “I’m knackered” like I had to prove By the sink, in the dark, with the kettle low I used your small-talk, let it take the room My brown paper bag from the corner shop I said “I’m good, babes” and I could not stop Laughing at myself in the bathroom light Two cities in my mouth on a Thursday night Your word, your word Your word, your word It came out clean Like it lived in me Your word, your word Your word, your word Now when I speak It sounds like you and me I heard it in the pantry Between the rice and oil I heard it on the bus stop In my throat, in the coil Not borrowed, not stolen Just staying too long One little word And I’m singing your song Your word, your word Your word, your word It came out clean Like it lived in me Your word, your word Your word, your word Now when I speak It sounds like you and me