Intro   (x3) verse 1 Each and every breath we take A step towards death And the moon is pale And we might have seen something But we ain’t seen nothing yet      verse 2 And I may have dreamt it Or it may have happened When I stood right here Waiting for a sign For me to walk away    verse 3 But I give in so easy And I give up instantly I chase what is gone And my friends are getting tired Of the shit that I pull     verse 4 They say why do you love those Who turn you into a fool? Why do you let them get to you? You should have been running When you chose to stay   Verse 5 Now I feel so far away From the person I once was I thought love was enough You can tell yourself so many things And nothing has to be true    Verse 6 Did you wake up last night Drenched in your old sweat and tears No it’s not always easy You get lost counting the years Since you last felt like you were home Since you last felt like you were home Since you last felt like you were home Oh I thought you were home Outro ()   (x3)   (x8)

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque une réflexion profonde sur la fragilité de l’existence et la complexité de l’amour. Elle parle du sentiment d’errance et de la lutte avec ses propres émotions, soulignant le décalage entre qui l’on est et qui l’on devient. L’artiste explore la tendance à s’accrocher aux illusions, tout en confrontant la réalité du temps qui passe et des relations qui nous affectent. Le contexte de cette chanson pourrait résonner avec des périodes de doute et de remise en question, lorsque l’on se sent loin de son soi d’origine, cherchant désespérément des signes pour avancer. C'est un voyage introspectif, à la recherche de son identité et de son véritable chez-soi.