Edge of the Skyline

moonlit side.

We take the stairs two at a time,

pocket full of yes.

When the city says wait, we kick that lock on the heavy gate.

Hear the heartbeat of the avenue telling us what we're born to do on the edge of the skyline.

Eyes up wide, we turn the dark to a better side.

If the world says maybe, we'll decide.

On the edge, on the edge of the skyline,