Track 10 of the album Horizon Songs · 2013
Rooftops at Thirty-Eight Degrees
“The heatwave rooftop party, everyone with a blanket and a fan. We closed the record with it because the last chorus feels like the whole street singing.”
operatic pop · operatic pop · stadium pop · 3:48
Lyrics
The whole street is climbing up the stairs tonight Blankets, fans and lemonade, and the city's gold with light Too hot to sleep, too warm to stay inside So we gather on the rooftops where the evening breezes hide Neighbours we never knew Sharing stars and a cool bright view Rooftops at thirty-eight degrees Singing to the sky for a little breeze Hands held high, every window wide The whole warm city on the same bright side Rooftops, rooftops, sing it out Heat can never melt the joy we shout Someone brings a melon, someone brings a song A child counts the aeroplanes as they blink along The old man from number nine tells us how he cooled His summers by the river when the world was young and fooled Neighbours we never knew Sharing stars and a cool bright view Rooftops at thirty-eight degrees Singing to the sky for a little breeze Hands held high, every window wide The whole warm city on the same bright side Rooftops, rooftops, sing it out Heat can never melt the joy we shout Hush, hush, listen, the night is turning A whisper in the chimneys, a cooler air returning Lift your face, let it find you Every voice around you Rooftops at thirty-eight degrees Singing to the sky for a little breeze Hands held high, every window wide The whole warm city on the same bright side Rooftops, rooftops, sing it out Heat can never melt the joy we shout Stay up with the stars Stay up with the stars