Higher Than the Room

Higher than the room
(ah-oh, ah-oh)
Hold the door, baby, here we go

Silver wristband flashing at the side door
Mirrorball dust on your black shoes
I came in carrying a long week
You came in and changed the view
Red light sliding over your shoulder
Bass line knocking like a good sign
You looked back once from the middle of the floor
And the whole night turned on time

No overthinking, no quiet corner
No standing still by the speaker wall
One little smile, one little motion
And my feet already know the call

You got me higher than the room
Feet on the floor, hands to the roof
Sweat on my neck, lights going blue
Higher, higher than the room

Up now, up now (ah-oh)
Higher than the room
Up now, up now (ah-oh)
Hands to the roof

Coats in a pile by the last booth
Phone burning red, I let it ring
The DJ drops the lights down low
And the bass picks up everything
We miss the last train by eleven
We find a rhythm by twelve-oh-two
No master plan, no perfect story
Just a crowded floor and you

You got me higher than the room (higher)
Feet on the floor, hands to the roof
Sweat on my neck, lights going blue
Higher, higher than the room

Clap on the two, clap on the four
Give me one more, give me one more

I was heavy when I walked in
Hung my coat up by the door
Now the dark can't find my shoulders
And I'm not tired anymore

You got me higher than the room
Feet on the floor, hands to the roof
Sun coming up on the long way home
Higher, higher than the room

Coats off the pile, out past the door
Coats off the pile, out past the door
Coats off the pile, out past the door
Higher than the room