Keep my hands moving
Was a competitive swimmer
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.65
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 3:11
- language
- En
lyrics
Six forty-five, I clocked in alone Blue badge, cold locker, chipped enamel throne Grease on my cuffs, and the floor knew my name Same old buzzing fan, same old file tray game I folded my apron, I sealed up the bin Watched the red clock blink, and I felt it sink in One more round of keys, one more pass down the hall Then I’m out by the tram stop, after all Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Keep my hands moving Keep my heart from drifting Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Ten-seventeen, the receipt printer cried Old coffee ring drying on the metal side You said, “Take the window,” and I said, “Alright” I laughed at the mess like it knew I’d survive I packed my knives in a paper bag Checked the back shelf twice, then I grabbed my tag One more stack left, one more light in the room Then I’m gone with the rain on my boots Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Keep my hands moving Keep my heart from drifting Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Felt good to be tired, felt strange to stay Counted the coins in the tray You hated me softly, I hated you too Still I’ll miss this place when the week runs through Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift Keep my hands moving Keep my heart from drifting Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift