One more block
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 1.0s
- length
- 5:22
- language
- En
lyrics
At Skippergaten, rain on the curb in sheets My sleeve tastes salt and spilled brown beer The tram doors close like a jaw of iron teeth I count the seams in the stone till home is near At 04:17, the port is all black glass My knuckles split on the key in my fist The hill pulls hard through the wet, steep pass I keep my eyes on the steps in the mist One more block One more block One more block One more block Mud on my soles Blood in my sleeve One more block Then let me breathe By the fish market, the crates are stacked and bent A plastic cup rolls under the frozen rail I hear my name in the drain where the water went The hill stays silent, and I climb through the gale At 04:17, the port is all black glass My knuckles split on the key in my fist The hill pulls hard through the wet, steep pass I keep my eyes on the steps in the mist One more block One more block One more block One more block Mud on my soles Blood in my sleeve One more block Then let me breathe The lock sticks hard The hallway smells of bleach A boot heel drips On the seventh stair I lean on the wall Till the shaking fades Then I leave the coat And the night out there One more block One more block One more block One more block Mud on my soles Blood in my sleeve One more block Then let me breathe