Young man with a bruised old soul. One snap to bring you back. Hands black with smudging the night into day. There's lend time in the alley you could slip away. But there are still fences to squeeze through. And I'll reach you spirits to cancel. Come to the river sun. Let your obsession go. Gone to the river sun. What does it prove if you die for a tune. It's really all disco. Everything. Everything. Let's join the yellow eyed snuck flies. Rejoicing in choices they made. Let's be a bird laughing at not having learned. Let's be a hundred and five you and I. And sing out a tune of regret to the moon. Perverted old timers. I'll feed you one liners. Come to the river sun. Let the obsession go. What does it prove if you die for a tune. It's really all disco. What does it prove if you die for a tune. Don't you know it's all disco. Everything. I can hear how deep you're going. Pull the cord. I can feel your tempo slowing. Pull the cord. Come to the river sun. Let your obsession go. What does it prove if you die for a tune. It's really all disco. What does it prove if you die for a tune. Don't you know it's all disco. Everything. Everything