Lyrics
Count the floors between me and the light
Rain drills holes in a steel-ribbed night
Grey rain gnaws on the high-rise bones
Sodium halos hum in monotone
I've learned the language of elevator sighs
Bootsteps echo under low-hung skies
There's a seam in the ceiling, a thin bright vein
Crawling down the wall, spelling out my name
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
Pressing the weight till it turns to light
Steel in my lungs, dust in my eyes
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
Keep the head up, breathe and drive
No ceiling high enough tonight
Rebar ribs in a chest of stone
Cracked-glass mornings, walking it alone
I cut my fear on the handrail's edge
Left it on the steps like a broken pledge
Hear the hum of the city re-tune my spine
Little bands of daylight stitching up the line
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
Pressing the weight till it turns to light
Steel in my lungs, dust in my eyes
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
Concrete
Sky
Old pipes cry
Count it in, hold the line
Grind the pressure into drive
Make the dead weight come alive
Blueprints tried to box my breath
I learned the span instead of the stress
If morning comes through seams of gray
I'll take the lift, I'll take the blaze
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
Pressing the weight till it turns to light
Steel in my lungs, dust in my eyes
Under a concrete sky, I still rise
One step more, one breath wide
Under a concrete sky, I still rise