[Joji:]
The sun is not the brightest thing
The choir sings your empty world of finer things
Even though it burns, you drown and sink
You know I am, washing over you
Washing over you, oh[Yves Tumor:]
It's not up to me
But it's alright if it makes you feel good
You can do this all night, but it's not up to me
But it's alright if it makes you feel good
You can do this all night, but it's not up to me
But it's alright if it makes you feel good
You can do this all night, but it's not up to me
Does it make you feel good all night? Alright
