[Key: D Major | Mode: Ionian | Chord Progression: D-A-G-D (Verses/Chorus), Bm-G-A (Bridge), Borrowed G Minor (Final Chorus) | BPM: 118 | Style: Whimsical Jangle-Pop Post-Punk, British Indie | Vocal Identity: Female Deadpan Contralto, British Accent, Near-Monotone, Dry Close-Mic] [Dry Solo Bass Intro, 2 bars, D Major, Walking Fingerstyle Bass Alone, No Vocals] [Whimsical Wry Verse 1, 12 bars, D Major, Deadpan British Contralto, Bouncy Walking Bass and Bright Clean Telecaster Chime, Light Skipping Drums] There's a charity shop on the corner By the bank and the bus stop queue With a mannequin in a cardigan And a shelf of mismatched cups I paid fifty pence for a paperback With a cracked and crinkled spine And a letter fell out, sealed... Stamp and all, but never posted So I took it as a sign [Cheerful Dry Chorus, 8 bars, D Major, Same Deadpan Contralto, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, Drums Skipping Along] It isn't mine to open So I'm minding where I tread It isn't mine to keep But I'm carrying it instead Somebody's been waiting On a word that never came So I'll walk it round the corner And I'll knock and say the name [Playful Conspiratorial Verse 2, 12 bars, D Major, Deadpan British Contralto, Walking Bass and Jangling Telecaster, Light Drums] Sat on the bus, I've got theories It's a proposal, or a pardon Or a recipe for jam Maybe he's a spy Who's had a rather rotten day Maybe she was writing To a cousin in Torquay So I followed the address And I walked it down the road [Cheerful Dry Chorus, 8 bars, D Major, Same Deadpan Contralto, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, Drums Skipping Along] It isn't mine to open So I'm minding where I tread It isn't mine to keep But I'm carrying it instead Somebody's been waiting On a word that never came So I'll walk it round the corner And I'll knock and say the name [Quiet Turning Bridge, 16 bars, B Minor to G to A, Contralto Closer to the Mic, Drums Drop Out, Bare Walking Bass and One Sustained Telecaster Note] Number forty two on Beacon Road With a ceramic cat on the step And a doorbell that played a tune A woman in her sixties Answered it in slippers And I held it out and Told her where I found it... [Soft Rhodes Enters, Plain Near-Spoken Delivery, Dry and Unhurried] She looked at the name, smiled faintly, then laughed She said, oh, thank you, love... It's from my sister... She was always so forgetful I miss her, you know... She passed away last March... Would you like to come in for some tea? [Tender Observant Verse 3, 16 bars, D Major, Deadpan British Contralto, Walking Bass and Soft Rhodes, No Drums, Sparse Telecaster] She put the kettle on And opened it with a butter knife Her mouth went up, then down I looked into my tea It wasn't mine to read And a photograph slid out Onto the table... Two girls in school jumpers On a pebble beach somewhere One was squinting at the sun The other pulled a face She put a finger on the smaller one And laughed... and then she didn't [Quiet Candid Link, 8 bars, D Major, Contralto Closer to the Mic, Walking Bass and Soft Rhodes, No Drums] On the walk back to the station I got out my mobile Scrolled to where my sister's name has sat Since the summer... And I pressed it [Gently Hopeful Final Chorus, 8 bars, D Major with Borrowed G Minor, Deadpan Contralto Unchanged, Walking Bass and Soft Rhodes, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, No Drums] It isn't mine to open So I'm minding where I tread It isn't mine to keep But I'm carrying it instead Somebody's been waiting On a word that never came So I'll carry it a little further And I'll try to say the name [Unresolved Outro, 4 bars, D Major, Contralto Fades Out, Bare Walking Bass and Sparse Rhodes, Vocal Fade] It's ringing... It's still ringing... [Solo Instrumental Outro, 8 bars, Decrescendo, Rhodes Drops Away, Bare Walking Bass] [Smooth slow fade, clean outro note]
