

(oh-oh-oh) Under the scaffolding, we hold on tight A construction-site romance in the
pouring light (yeah)
You almost walked away,
foot out the door
Left the dry-wall dust on the unfinished floor
Through the storm-gray sky,
you came back around
In a glass elevator,
gliding off the ground
That little power bank is down to fifty-two
But it's enough to keep the signal burning through
to you
Under the scaffolding, we hold on tight A construction-site romance in the
pouring light (yeah)
Rain hitting concrete, steel beams in the air
We've got no blueprints,
but we don't care
Power is low, but we're starting to spark
(sparking in the dark)
Under the scaffolding, we hold on tight A construction-site romance in the
pouring light (yeah)
Just a half-charged battery But it's carrying you and me