[Intro] Hands up, count four, let the whole field wake Dust on our shoes and a promise to make [Verse 1] You came through the gate with your jacket tied tight Now the sun hits the canvas and the crowd turns bright I see your red wristband cutting through the air You laugh like the long week never happened there [Pre-Chorus] When the signal drops, don’t wait for a sign Step into the pressure, let your heartbeat climb [Chorus] We rise, we rise, from the front to the back Every voice in the open field answers that No ceiling, no brakes, no looking down You and me turn the whole place around We rise, we rise, when the last sky burns gold Hold onto this moment, don’t let it fold If tomorrow asks where we learned to be free Tell it: right here, with you next to me [Verse 2] Your friend found a speaker and dragged it near Someone spills orange soda, nobody cares The bass rolls low like thunder under stone But your hand finds mine and I’m not alone [Build] Left side, right side, make the ground move One breath, two breath, find the new groove Say my name, I’ll say yours back Three, two, one—break through the black [Chorus] We rise, we rise, from the front to the back Every voice in the open field answers that No ceiling, no brakes, no looking down You and me turn the whole place around We rise, we rise, when the last sky burns gold Hold onto this moment, don’t let it fold If tomorrow asks where we learned to be free Tell it: right here, with you next to me [Bridge] If your feet are tired, lean into the sound If your heart feels heavy, leave it on the ground I’ll keep the memory, you keep the flame Meet me where the whole crowd shouts our name [Final Chorus] We rise, we rise, let the wide world know From a single small spark to a stadium glow No ceiling, no brakes, no looking down You and me turn the whole place around We rise, we rise, till the morning comes through Every road from this night leads me back to you When the years move fast and the pictures fade I’ll remember the choice that we made [Outro] Hands up, count four, let the whole field wake Your hand in mine—one more for the memory’s sake
