Footsteps on concrete, after class light, Keys in the stairwell, echoes take flight. Names on the railing, silver and true, We open the door as the sky turns new. Chain-link singing in a gentle breeze, Time draws lines we’re afraid to read. Up on the rooftop, turning to blue, Hold this minute—just me and you. City below us coming in view, Stay, stay, stay till it turns to blue. Gym lights flicker, court lines fade, Paper birds lifting from the plans we made. Laughs from the street roll up like waves, We count the trains and the chances we save. If the bell rings, let it ring right through— I only hear the color shift to you. Up on the rooftop, turning to blue, Hold this minute—just me and you. City below us coming in view, Stay, stay, stay till it turns to blue. If tomorrow scatters all these lines, We’ll underline the night in our minds. Pages may fall, but we’ll read them still, Blue finds the edges, and we always will. Up on the rooftop, turning to blue, We are a skyline drawn just for two. Every small heartbeat, bright and true, Stay, stay, stay till it turns to blue. Stay till it turns to blue, Stay till it turns to blue. We breathe the blue—then let it go.
