text: The sun is not the brightest thing
  The choir sings
  To an empty world of finer things
  Even though it burns, you drown and sink
  You know I am
  Washing over you
  Washing over you
  Its not up to me
  But its alright if it makes you feel good
  You can do this all night, its not up to me
  But its alright if it makes you feel good
  You can do this all night, but its not up to me
  But its alright if it makes you feel good
  You can do this all night, but its not up to me
  But its alright, does it make you feel good all night?