Plastic Cup Toast

(ahh) I'm staring at my shoes in the corner

With a plastic cup in my hand

And we rise, we ascend

Through the high-rise rain again (up and away) On a sticky

dance floor

Where the world begins to blend (we toast!)

It's exactly one-fourteen in the morning

The bass is rattling the window pane

We clink our cheap plastic cups together

While outside starts a high-rise rain

(yeah) I feel the room start to elevate

Leaving all our heavy thoughts below (getting higher now)

And we rise, we ascend

Through the high-rise rain again (up and away) On a sticky dance

floor

Where the world begins to blend (we toast!) We

toast with plastic cups

Standing on the edge of the night (ooh-wah) Everything feels clear

Under the flashing light

And we rise, we ascend

Through the high-rise rain again (up and away) On a sticky dance

floor

Where the world begins to blend (we toast!)

Just a plastic cup at one-fourteen As we ascend... (shh)