Lyrics:

Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders.
Are we renegade or have we orders, is this a passing phase.
All that want can make a fool of you until you're out of breath
You can catch your death if there's comfort here.

Here, we turn the lights down low.

It's a full time job trying not to work at all.
Crack a smile until we look drunk or awful in our best suit.

Here, we turn the lights down low.
Turn the lights low.