Roofline Glide

(ooh-ah-ooh) Streets unspooling in a clean design

Left and right, we trace the dotted line

Your eyes reflecting what we leave behind

(move now)

Gravity is losing hold

The air is clearing,

turning cold

Wide open under cinematic skies (ah-yah-ah) We chase the horizon where it

lies (high-er)

Gliding through the quiet night traffic

Every turn is perfectly graphic

We move in patterns,

elegant, automatic

No gravity, just momentum (ooh-ah)

Wide open under cinematic skies

(ah-yah-ah) We chase the horizon where it lies (high-er) (ooh-ah-ooh)