[Intro]
Blue threads whisper as the morning yawns,
A jay-shaped cape in a sunny dawn.
[Verse 1]
He laces dreams with a silver string,
Skips down the block where the sidewalks sing.
Garage doors become rocket doors,
Mailbox mountains, we follow the lore.
[Pre-Chorus]
Imaginary maps fold in his hand,
Every curb a cliff, every step a grand plan.
[Chorus]
He’s flying through the ordinary, painting it with skies,
Blue tracksuit blazing, spark in his eyes.
Every little corner holds a brand-new surprise,
In his neighborhood fairytale, he climbs, he climbs.
[Verse 2]
Fire hydrants bloom like fountains of play,
Trash-can tunnels lead the dragon’s spray.
Lamppost forests stand tall and bright,
He swerves and dives in the silvered light.
[Pre-Chorus]
With whispers of wind as a guiding friend,
He follows the map where the wild dreams end.
[Chorus]
He’s flying through the ordinary, painting it with skies,
Blue tracksuit blazing, spark in his eyes.
Every little corner holds a brand-new surprise,
In his neighborhood fairytale, he climbs, he climbs.
[Bridge]
A cardboard rocket beats a drum of cheers,
Neighbors cheer him on, through laughter and gears.
[Chorus]
He’s flying through the ordinary, painting it with skies,
Blue tracksuit blazing, spark in his eyes.
Every little corner holds a brand-new surprise,
In his neighborhood fairytale, he climbs, he climbs.
[Outro]
When the sun yawns low, he ties the day with a bow,
Blue jay dreams tucked in the pockets of glow.
