5AM

I sit atop the highest building in the city

The sun leaks, the streets look pretty

Smoke bellows from factories out west

The river brown from things that it can't digest

Hands move and so does everyone

Lives collide and traffic starts to choke

Cigarettes and coffee swamp my senses

I dismiss a thought of my dependence

I romanticise of things to come

Heightened dreams from the wind filling my lungs

My eyes pirouette around this place

A sea of houses that all look the same

It's 5 a.m.

I'm looking at the things around me

It's 5 a.m.

I'm looking at the things around me

The chance, the odds, the roads, the love

The pain, what's real, the rapture I feel

When anything could be and the chance has no lean

Imagination, thrilling for burning life

I'm living, but all I can do

Is look at the things around me and dream

When anything could be and the chance has no lean

Imagination, thrilling for burning life

I'm living, but all I can do

Is look at the things around me and dream

The chance, the odds, the roads, the love

The pain, what's real, the rapture I feel

When anything could be and the chance has no lean

Imagination, thrilling for burning life

I'm living, but all I can do

Is look at the things around me and dream

When anything could be and the chance has no lean

Imagination, thrilling for burning life

I'm living, but all I can do

Is look at the things around me and dream