(Intro)

(Intro) (Tight, muted wah-wah guitar kicks in, followed by a bubbling slap-bass line and a light "tss-tss-tss" of a hi-hat) (Smooth ad-lib: “Yeah... up here... feels like we’re closer to the sun, you know?”) (Verse 1) The asphalt’s breathing heat down on the street below But up here on the tiles, we got nowhere to go Just the shadow of the chimney and a cooler full of ice Looking at the skyline, yeah, it’s looking rather nice I got my polarized lenses and a linen button-down I’m the king of the chimney-pots, looking at the town. (Pre-Chorus) And the wind starts humming a bossa nova tune Between the satellite dishes and the afternoon The city’s just a murmur, a million miles away We’re caught in the amber of a Saturday. (Chorus) High on the roof, yeah, we’re touchin' the haze Lost in the glow of these ultraviolet days A vintage rhythm and a sky so blue Floating on the feeling, yeah, it’s overdue (Sky-high... ultraviolet days...) (Verse 2) Silver trays and citrus, the condensation drips I’m watching how the sunlight does those golden-hour flips Gravity is optional when the bass begins to roll There’s a rooftop resonance deep inside my soul Don't need a private jet or a ticket to the coast When the view from the ledge is what I love the most. (Bridge) (Music strips back to just the bass and a shimmering Rhodes piano) The horizon's melting like a lemon drop Don’t ever want the spinning of the world to stop Just keep it... right... here. (Drum fill builds back up) (Chorus) High on the roof, yeah, we’re touchin' the haze Lost in the glow of these ultraviolet days A vintage rhythm and a sky so blue Floating on the feeling, yeah, it’s overdue. (Outro) (Heavy funk groove, ad-libs) Up on the tiles now... Yeah, watch the birds fly past... Don't look down, just look up. (Fade out with a funky flute solo)