High-Rise Afterglow

(whoaa-oh) Five-minute message on a glowing screen

Voice notes fading in the cold machine

You order water in a high-rise hall Where the climate control freezes

us all

(colder than ice)

Our shared playlist is still alive

As we watch the hours arrive

(turn it up, turn it up!) In this Air-Conditioned Hallway We are

frozen in the light

Yeah this Air-Conditioned Hallway Is where we call it a night (oh-oh-oh)

The screen dims but the list remains

Tracing the digital paper chains

You say goodbye through a heavy door Underneath the air-con's quiet roar

In this Air-Conditioned Hallway (frozen in the light) We call it a

night