

Glass walls, frozen air We glide above the quiet squares No friction,
just the lift
And we rise, steady and slow
Through the tunnel where the cool winds blow
Leaving the shadows behind (ooh-ooh)
Steel beams paint the sky
As the sleepy streets pass by A quiet,
patient spark
We are breaking
the pull of the ground
Without making a sound
And we rise, steady and slow
Through the tunnel where the cool winds blow
Leaving the shadows behind (ahhh)
Glide
away... Into the dawn...