Track 5 of the EP Salt Hours · 2013
Last Day, Keys on the Desk
by Vanta Lux
“Forty years of Mondays, and then keys on a desk. I closed the EP here because the restraint is the point, like a fado that stops before it breaks.”
deep house · wistful deep house · fado-tinged · 3:40
Lyrics
Forty years of Monday mornings Lanyard cold against my chest Coffee ring on the old blotter Every drawer is laid to rest Someone brought a sheet cake in Someone signed a card for me I fold my coat across my arm The lift is slow, the hall is free Keys on the desk, keys on the desk Light goes soft on the empty floor Keys on the desk, nothing left Just the hum of the door I walk out slow, I walk out slow Into a day with no clock The printer sighs its final page The screen goes dark and shows my face I used to dream of this quiet Now it fills the whole place Rain on the glass, the city turns Buses pass like tired stars I leave my name on the door And carry the rest in my arms Keys on the desk, keys on the desk Light goes soft on the empty floor Keys on the desk, nothing left Just the hum of the door I walk out slow, I walk out slow Into a day with no clock Who am I when no one calls Who am I on a Tuesday noon Maybe I am a walker, a listener Maybe I am a tune Keys on the desk, keys on the desk Light goes soft on the empty floor Keys on the desk, nothing left Just the hum of the door I walk out slow, I walk out slow Into a day with no clock Into a day with no clock Into a day with no clock