Hi-Rise - The New Pornographers

We’re out on the roof

All eyes in the night

Are concentrated and glowing

An explosion effect

Walking on the roof

Of a hi-rise on the moon

You never go where you’re going

But points there is room

You’re much harder to place

Now that you are floating untethered in space

I’m falling into madrigals

I’m falling into madrigals

What you want is not the star

What you want is not the star

Walking on the roof

Of a hi-rise here to stay

Experiment in levitation

A psychic left to pray

You’re much harder to place

Now that you are floating untethered in space

I’m falling into madrigals

I’m falling into madrigals

What you want is not the star

What you want is not the star