Sling at Marina Bay

Up on the high-rise,

looking down below

(mhm) Marina Bay is putting

on a show

The flyer spins its circle in the dark

A quiet harbor, a silent spark

Sip the cherry gin from nineteen-fifteen (ooh) Underneath the lights,

a classic scene

Ngiam Tong Boon at the Raffles Bar

Now we're drinking with the highest star

(yeah, so sweet)

A cool breeze drifting off the terrace floor (ahhh) We don't need

to hurry

anymore

Glass is glowing pink against the bay

Let the morning stay so far away

(hummmm, mhm)

Just a gin sling,

a sweet design

On the high-rise terrace,

out of time

(ooh, out of time)