Sunrise, still dancing — the sky's gone pink and kind (Hey!)
Morning at the doorway, and my feet don't mind
Phone's out of battery, my heart is running free (Ooh!)
Tomorrow's throwback's now — hello, memory (Whoa!)

Coffee carts are waking in the tilted light
Pigeons hold a meeting on the ledge, polite
Glitter on my wrist from a thousand hours ago
Every little sparkle taking bows in the glow

Elevator down, and the doors slide wide (Ding!)
Gravity's waiting with a note inside

“Back at sunrise.” And look — it's sunrise. Welcome back.

I kept the last dance, just like the rules say
It's yours, and it's the morning's, anyway
Rule one survived: nobody left the floor
The stars stayed late, and still they wanted more

(Good morning!)

Sunrise, still dancing — the sky's gone gold and kind (Hey!)
We wrote the night in glitter, and the morning signed
Phone's still out of battery, my heart is running free (Ooh!)
Tomorrow's throwback's today — and it's you and me (Whoa!)