Lyrics
There's traffic on the bridge
but the skyline shines with a certain light
I know you're sick of it
But I know a happy hour nearby
And there's a possibility
That one day things'll get better
For the huddled masses in between
The shadows and the stars.
Floating empire, held up by fraying wire
I'll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire
When the rent's too high, we'll just buy cheaper wine
and hang on to see if whether the constellations hold together or not.
Four years in Brooklyn,
Happy birthday darlin'
When we feel young again
I'd like to take you dancing
'Cause there's a possibility
That one day things'll get better
For the huddled masses in between
the shadows and the stars.
And there's a possibility
We'll both go down together
Free ourselves from gravity
and tumble through the dark
Floating empire, held up by fraying wire
I'll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire
And when the rent's too high, we'll just buy cheaper wine
and hang on to see if whether the constellations hold together
I never placed too much faith in the stars
I never placed too much faith in my heart
Or the siren call in this chandelier city
And Inch by inch we're breaking apart
As we're rising through the dark
From the sky I bet the lights look pretty
Floating empire, held up by fraying wire
I'll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire
And when the rent's too high, we'll just buy cheaper wine
Hang on to see if whether the constellations hold together
And hang on to see if whether the constellations hold together or not