Skyline Sanctuary

Black car waiting underneath the lights Door swings open—yeah,

this feels right Streetlights running down polished glass City in the window

moving fast Jacket on clean,

little rain outside Driver says nothing,

just enjoy the ride Gold in the lobby,

marble below Elevator opens,

somebody says go Twenty-two,

thirty, forty-five Every floor up feels a little more alive

Doors open wide, whole skyline there

Cold night coming through warm night air Piano downstairs,

glasses collide Think we finally found the other side

Follow the lights

Follow the sound

Every door opens We're higher now

THIS IS WHERE THE GOOD LIFE IS Way up high where the

whole world glows

THIS IS WHERE THE GOOD LIFE IS

One more door and everybody knows Windows down,

city underneath Good clothes,

good wine, good company

Don't tell me what tomorrow is— TONIGHT I KNOW WHERE THE GOOD

LIFE IS

White tablecloth, red wine poured Nobody looking toward the door Kitchen still

open, quarter past two City keeps moving,

so we do too Rooftop air and a midnight view Somebody says,

“Where we going to?” Black car waiting downstairs again I said,

“Anywhere. Just don't let it end.”

No velvet rope could make this feel

It's the little things that make it real Ice in the glass,

piano downstairs That moment you realize—you belong there

THIS IS WHERE THE GOOD LIFE IS Way up high where the

whole world glows THIS IS WHERE THE GOOD LIFE IS

One more night and

nobody goes Lights outside,

city underneath Good rooms,

good nights, good company If anybody asks where heaven is— RIGHT FUCKING

HERE

WHERE THE GOOD LIFE IS!

“Car's downstairs.”

“Good.”