Skyline Weather Report (versione 2)

Verse

Your jacket's slung across the chair like a flag in the rain

Taxi lights are painting stripes on your skin again

Six a.m. and we're both running late

Your shoes are still on my floor, I'm keeping them as a state

You're laughing at something I said half an hour ago

Like this conversation's got nowhere to go

Pre-Chorus

Is it the way you smile when you don't have to?

Is it the whole city waking up for you?

Either way I'm holding on like a storm about to break

Cause right now your face is the only weather I need to track

Chorus

So give me this one last hour, I'll drive through the static

Let's leave a trail of headlights across the static

I won't ask where you're going, just spin me in your arms like it's static

This is the skyline weather report — chaos in your eyes and a sunrise coming on

Verse

Your phone buzzes but you're not checking it

You said good morning slow like that was worth keeping

We're burning through coffee cups like they're money

Every minute here feels more like my honey

You hum some line I never learned the name of

I don't need a translation when your hand's on me again

Pre-Chorus

Is it the way you smile when you don't have to?

Is it the whole city waking up for you?

Either way I'm holding on like a storm about to break

Cause right now your face is the only weather I need to track

Chorus

So give me this one last hour, I'll drive through the static

Let's leave a trail of headlights across the static

I won't ask where you're going, just spin me in your arms like it's static

This is the skyline weather report — chaos in your eyes and a sunrise coming on

Bridge

Maybe this isn't love at all, maybe it's just the view

Maybe I don't need forever if forever feels like this too

Whatever kind of storm you're heading into, I'm getting in behind you

So keep your secrets to yourself, I'll trust the way you hold me

Chorus

So give me this one last hour, I'll drive through the static

Let's leave a trail of headlights across the static

I won't ask where you're going, just spin me in your arms like it's static

This is the skyline weather report — chaos in your eyes and a sunrise coming on