

{subdued rhodes
chords} {crackling
vinyl hiss} (yeah) {warm sub-bass swells} (uh-huh) Late-night texts on a silent
phone
Heavy is the head that sits on the throne Stacking up receipts
we already paid
Living in the shadow that the empire made (mmm)
{crisp rimshot on the 3} Every win feels like a memory fading
Everyone is watching, everybody debating But we still fly high,
we still fly free
Looking at the city from the balcony (yeah)
{pitch-bent synth lead} Old friends acting like they don't know the name
But they watch every single move in the game
We just let the feathers ruffle on the wing
While we count up every single song we sing
(for real) {high-hat triplets roll} Every win feels like a memory fading
Everyone is watching, everybody debating But we still fly high,
we still fly free
Looking at the city from the balcony (oh yeah) {synth lead and
heavy bass}
Just let it go
(just let it fly)
{drums
drop out, only warm electric piano remains} {fade to silent vinyl
crackle} (hmmm)