And make them gold We will take the best parts of ourselves We are made up of our mistakes We are falling but not alone We are made of the smallest stars We are breathing and letting go Where to fall To stop us falling out of phase Can you tell me what

Make baby girl come Out of her shell and raise hell Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb Don't stop till the cops come Don't stop til the cops come Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, outta her

I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin' back into them all I never

Make them stop La da da da, la da da dau, la da da da, la da dau I'm holding on to what I know And what I know, I must let go But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along We live for the night's decor It reveals what we dream of I know