FALLING DOWN BLUE (starts with cymbal scrape; ) Blue Rodeo EVERYONE TELLS ME I?LUCKY GOT MY WHOLE LIFE TO LIVE YET I CAN?SAY THEY? WRONG BUT THE DAYS SEEM SO LONG LIVING INSIDE OF MY HEAD MAYBE I? GET SOME RELIEF NOW NOW THAT YOUR THINGS HAVE ALL GONE I WON?SIT HERE STARING AT NOTHING ALL NIGHT BLEARY EYED WAITING GREETING THE DAWN ALRIGHT I MISS YOU TONIGHT AND I?NOT REALLY SURE WHAT TO SAY IT KEEPS ROLLIN?N LIKE A SLOW MOVIN?RAIN IT GETS HARDER AND HARDER EACH DAY EACH TIME I THINK THAT THE WORST OF IT?THROUGH I AM STOPPED IN MY TRACKS BY SOME VISION OF YOU ALRIGHT I MISS YOU TONIGHT I ADMIT THAT I?FALLIN?OWN BLUE SHE LIVED OUTSIDE OF THE CITY ON DAYS WHEN I?VISIT HER THERE I?WATCH HER OUT DANCING ALL LIT BY THE MOON COLD WINDS OF TIME IN HER HAIR THEN WE?GO DRIVIN?OR HOURS TURN OFF THE LIGHTS AND JUST GLIDE MOVING LIKE SPIRITS ALONG THROUGH THE NIGHT THE LIGHT THROUGH THE TREES AS OUR GUIDE OH.. OH.. OH ALRIGHT I MISS YOU TONIGHT AND I?NOT REALLY SURE WHAT TO SAY IT KEEPS ROLLIN?N LIKE A SLOW MOVIN?RAIN IT GETS HARDER AND HARDER EACH DAY EACH TIME I THINK THAT THE WORST OF IT?THROUGH I AM STOPPED IN MY TRACKS BY SOME VISION OF YOU ALRIGHT I MISS YOU TONIGHT I ADMIT THAT I?FALLIN?OWN BLUE

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque la peine d'une séparation, où l'on ressent un profond vide en l'absence de l'autre. Le protagoniste est partagé entre la conscience de sa chance d'avoir un avenir devant lui et la douleur persistante de la nostalgie. Chaque jour semble plus difficile, les souvenirs venant le hanter comme une pluie lente et constante. Malgré ces difficultés, il chérisse les moments passés, particulièrement ceux où ils dansaient sous la lune, se laissant porter par le temps. C’est une réflexion sur la perte, la mémoire et la difficulté de tourner la page.