Track 3 of the EP Power Cut, Candles Lit · 2024
Rooftop Hours, Sing Up to the Sun
by Nina Vale
“Six flights up, out of breath, and the whole city below. The horns do the climbing for me.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · rooftop soul · 3:46
Lyrics
Six flights up and I'm out of breath Metal door and the world below Fresh start, new town, sky so pink Nobody here knows my name, you know So I open my arms And I let it show Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun New day is coming, and I've just begun Rooftop is my church and the roofs are my choir Sing up to the sun, lift me higher Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun Every little doubt is a bird on the run Oh, hallelujah, here comes the gold Sing up to the sun Neighbour with a trumpet by the water tank Lady hanging her wash in the light We don't talk much, but we nod and smile Morning makes us family tonight So I open my arms And I let it show Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun New day is coming, and I've just begun Rooftop is my church and the roofs are my choir Sing up to the sun, lift me higher Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun Every little doubt is a bird on the run Oh, hallelujah, here comes the gold Sing up to the sun I was small in the dark Now I'm tall in the day Clap your hands, clap your hands Let the morning stay Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun New day is coming, and I've just begun Rooftop is my church and the roofs are my choir Sing up to the sun, lift me higher Sing up to the sun, sing up to the sun Every little doubt is a bird on the run Oh, hallelujah, here comes the gold Sing up to the sun Sing up to the sun Lift me higher