The High Rise

You said: “Meet me somewhere between England and Berlin”

“Leave the high rise and head to red brick...”
“...be a man let life begin”
You took us to the top floor so we could see better
And I got tongue-tied when I thought of something clever

And then
Under a norther sky you swore you were happy here
Stood on the edge of forever.
Getting older by your side
Well that is the plan, My dear.

Up here, I feel the distance between us and the lives below.
Trace the cranes on the horizon and see the airport lights aglow/
And I can hear a noise in my head from the pressure.
Watching the dusk from the roof together

And then
Under a norther sky you swore you were happy here
Stood on the edge of forever.
Growing older by our side
Well that is the plan, my dear.