Last shift, last shift
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.38
- vocal at
- 7.1s
- length
- 3:36
- language
- No
lyrics
Six fifty on the clock, I pin on the card The kettle in the break room hums, the tile is hard I fold my jacket over the chair, it smells of rain One last blue light from the freezer glass, then I’m done with this lane I count the cups, I count the keys The manager’s boots on the concrete crease I take my gloves from the locker door My hands know this room, and one thing more Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know this floor I know it still The mop bucket leaves a silver track along the hall At nine twelve, I sweep the bread crumbs from the wall The radio coughs out a weather report for the bay I hear the packaging line breathe, and I want to stay Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know this floor I know it still By the loading bay, the gulls turn over in the grey My card slips out clean, and I let it go away The glove tape, the dust, the dent in my locker door I leave with tired hands, and I miss it more Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know this floor I know it still