Plastic Tides

High-rise rain on a glass design

We are rising up,

we are crossing the line (ooh-yeah)

You sent a five-minute voice note in the afternoon

Sitting on the curb just outside the corner store

Plastic cup toasted to the hard light of the moon

And now the rain is hitting on the fiftieth floor

I can hear your voice

through the static and the grey

We're climbing higher anyway

High-rise rain on a glass design

We are rising up,

we are crossing the line

High-rise rain, we can see so far

Toasting plastic cups to who we are (yeah,

yeah) Your static laughter bouncing off the concrete floor

While the elevator takes me past the clouds

We used to share a single key to that front door

Now I'm looking down above the crowds Ascending through the storm,

we find the light

Everything we wanted is in sight (ooh-ahhh)

High-rise rain on a glass design We are rising up,

we are crossing the line High-rise rain,

we can see so far

Toasting plastic cups to who we are