Floor forty, and the doors slide wide (Ding!)
Gravity left a note outside
“Back at sunrise,” it says, in pen (Whoa!)
So up we go, and up again

Ears go soft at floor thirty-three
Pressure turns into a melody
Mirrored walls multiply my glow
Numbers climbing like a radio

Thirty-eight, thirty-nine
The sky is starting to unwind

Up like a bubble in champagne (Fizz!)

Rooftop garden, fairy-light parade
Basil in the breeze, and mint-leaf lemonade
Pool-light ripples, the city sprawled out wide
Every window's a firefly on the other side

(Lift!)

Forty-one is only a rumor, so we stay

Floor forty, and the stars slide near (Ding-ding!)
Gravity's note has disappeared
“Back at sunrise,” still in pen (Whoa!)
So up we stay, and up again