Rust Belt Revival 2 (Sunrise in the Ashes 2) (versión 2)

Verse 1

Dust in the air, a sunrise glow on my face

Concrete's cracked but the drumline's found its place

Barefoot kids dancing where the pavement used to be

We're painting the town yellow where the factories used to be

You hold the can up high like a beacon in flight

Every shadow screams color into the light

I'm watching you laugh while the whole block gets bright

I never knew dawn could feel so right

Pre-Chorus

Rise up, rise up!

Something's calling us out of the dark

Chorus

Rust belt revival!

We're not letting go in the morning light

Sunrise is rising where the smoke used to fly

Hold my hand tighter because tonight feels like we're alive!

Bells ringing loud and the pavement's painted gold

We are the colors that these ashes need to hold

Verse 2

Copper pipes still runnin', drummers in the night

Your hand finds mine when the stars start to ignite

Every step we take is one less mile of grey

Paint peels off the wall but your smile's here to stay

We used to run from this, from the dust and the smoke

But today we're running toward it, we're taking back our block

Your eyes shine brighter than any neon sign

You are the sunrise we were waiting for, mine!

Pre-Chorus

Rise up, rise up!

Something's calling us out of the dark

Chorus

Rust belt revival!

We're not letting go in the morning light

Sunrise is rising where the smoke used to fly

Hold my hand tighter because tonight feels like we're alive!

Bells ringing loud and the pavement's painted gold

We are the colors that these ashes need to hold

Bridge

No more silence, no more hiding

Every shadow now has a name that's being sung outside

This is not just rust, this is our rebirth

Paint it loud with every single fiber of your heart!

Every single voice, every single beat, we're breaking the mold

We are the revolution, we are the color on the wall

Chorus

Rust belt revival!

We're not letting go in the morning light

Sunrise is rising where the smoke used to fly

Hold my hand tighter because tonight feels like we're alive!

Bells ringing loud and the pavement's painted gold

We are the colors that these ashes need to hold