We Don't Touch the Ground

Meet me above the city lights
We don't touch the ground tonight

You walked in late with the midnight glow
Silver on your jacket, smoke in your hair
I was holding up the wall by the radio
Then you crooked one finger like you didn't care
Red light spinning on a mirrorball sky
Your hand found mine on the cold stair rail
Six flights up and the city below
And the whole damn rooftop started to sail

I don't need a map if you're moving with me
I don't need a wish if the night feels free
Come a little closer
Let the rhythm speak

We don't touch the ground tonight
Up where the city turns to light
Your heel in your hand, barefoot on the tar
We don't touch the ground tonight

Oh-na-na (above the city)
Oh-na-na (hands to the sky)
Oh-na-na (above the city)
We don't touch the ground
We don't touch the ground

Taxi lights painting gold on the street
Your perfume and somebody's cigarette
Some guy bummed a light, called us king and queen
Your lipstick on a paper cup of wine
We split one earbud, half a song, one drum
The skyline pulling dark back like a blind
You said, "We could just stay up here and stay"
And the sun came up like it owed us one

We don't touch the ground tonight
Up where the city turns to light
Your heel in your hand, barefoot on the tar
We don't touch the ground tonight

I wrote my number on your wrist in pen
Blue ink running in the morning damp
You said, "Don't wash it, call me again"
Held it up to the elevator lamp

We don't touch the ground tonight
Up where the city turns to light
Sun coming up on your wrist in blue
We don't touch the ground tonight

Meet me above the city lights
We don't touch the ground
We don't touch the ground