Lyric

Platform heat is rising through the soles of my shoes

Counting steps between the painted yellow lines

Bottle cap explodes, soda fizz in my hand

Every sound is keeping perfect time

One-two-three, the train doors snap and breathe

Four-five-six, the heartbeat falls in place

Even when the crowd is pulling me aside

I will keep the number in my head

Pop and sparkle, lift me off the ground

Like a rhythm I could never lose

Every bubble draws a summer sky

Count it out until I reach to you

Vending lights are shouting in electric blue

Coins are rolling circles in my pocket seam

Crosswalk beats are matching with the traffic flow

Every sign is pointing where to run

One-two-three, the signal flips to green

Four-five-six, the street is opening

Even when the air is burning in my lungs

I will keep the number in my head

Pop and sparkle, lift me off the ground

Like a rhythm I could never lose

Every bubble draws a summer sky

Count it out until I reach to you

Hands up, the crowd is leaning

Feet down, the city’s breathing

Over, under, through the heat

Every number pulls me straight to you

Pop and sparkle, lift me off the ground

Like a rhythm I could never lose

Every bubble draws a summer sky

Count it out until I reach to you