
A Key I'll Never Use
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- male vocalist
- chamber pop
- flute
- acoustic guitar
- folk pop
- mellotron
- nostalgic
- ballad
- baroque pop
- melancholic
- lo-fi
- british folk
- 1960s
About
A 1960s pop ballad
Lyrics
Verse 1
The coal yard's gone quiet past the arch
They boarded the windows up last fall
My father's hands smelled of soot and steam
Now the depot holds nothing at all
Pre-Chorus
And the gasworks lamps burned low
Down every cobbled lane
The trains still run but they don't stop
They don't stop here again
Chorus
So let the old bricks crumble slow
Let the cranes come haul it all away
I keep a key I'll never use
For a door that's gone astray
Post-Chorus
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
For a door that's gone astray
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Verse 2
My mother worked the laundry on the hill
Steam rising like a ghost at dawn
The girls all scattered north and south
And the building yawned and moved on
Pre-Chorus
Now the cranes swing overhead
Like birds that forgot to sing
And every street I knew by name
Is a stranger wearing spring
Chorus
So let the old bricks crumble slow
Let the cranes come haul it all away
I keep a key I'll never use
For a door that's gone astray
Post-Chorus
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
For a door that's gone astray
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Bridge
I walk the platform where I learned to run
Past signs that point to nowhere I recall
A whistle somewhere far off down the line
And I answer it though no one's there at all
Chorus
So let the old bricks crumble slow
Let the cranes come haul it all away
I keep a key I'll never use
For a door that's gone astray
Post-Chorus
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
For a door that's gone astray
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
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