Cold Hands Skyline

A rain-warped flyer in the gravel dust

Your soft-launch almost wears the outfit anyway

Up on a roof where our hands go numb

Filming the crane light through the gray

(brrr) Cold concrete underneath our boots

One shaky phone screen captures the proof

In the after-hours light

We are building this tonight!

Yeah, our hands are freezing cold

But we're holding onto gold!

Steel beams stretching out into the dark

No workers here to see this spark

Just a single frame on a telephone line

Your frozen breath looks

divine

(oh-oh-oh) We didn't need the grand design

Just a rooftop, a phone,

and your hand in mine

In the after-hours light...

(hands go numb) We are building this tonight