Standing on the balcony
The eighteenth floor, I can see
Old hearts and memories
The city skyline staring back at me
This is where my song began
I tried to hold you; you weren't ready then
And now I've come back, as a friend
And still the music's going 'round again
Holding on to history
The eighteenth floor, I can see
New ways, a different sea
The city skyline reaching out to me
This is where my song began
I tried to hold you; you weren't ready then
And now I've come back, as a friend
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again
Feelings that come over me
The eighteenth floor, I can see
The old you inside of me
The city skyline's got a hold on me
This is where my song began
I tried to hold you; you weren't ready then
And now I've come back, as a friend
And still the music's going round again
This is where my song began
I tried to hold you; you weren't ready then
And now I've come back, as a friend
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again
Round again, round again
And still the music's going round again