verse 1 I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake This is my pity party, pity party And I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke Spiritual revolt from the waist down From the waist down I'm just a full tank away from freedom A Spitfire These are the last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left The last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we'll get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Post-Chorus The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last verse 2 I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate It doesn't wanna live in a cage A feeling that I can't housebreak And I'm yours 'Til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away I'm struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah I'm just a full tank away from freedom Spitfire These are the last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left The last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we'll get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Post-Chorus The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last verse 3 I'm sifting through the sand, sand, sand Looking through pieces of broken hourglass Trying to get it all back Put it back together As if the time had never passed I know I should walk away, know I should walk away But I just want to let you break my brain And I can't seem to get a grip No matter how I live with it These are the last blues, yeah The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left The last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we'll get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Post-Chorus The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque un désir de liberté et un sentiment d'urgence face aux épreuves de la vie. L'artiste se sent emprisonné par ses émotions et une réalité qu'il peine à accepter, oscillant entre le besoin de s'échapper et le poids des souvenirs des lieux qu'il aurait dû quitter. Il explore la lutte intérieure, cherchant à recoller les morceaux d'un passé révolu, tout en sachant qu'il doit parfois tourner la page. Le tout est teinté d'une mélancolie profonde, reflet de la quête d'authenticité et d'une connexion perdue.