Max Webster

in context of the stars / u point at my point right
u reflect off my sunglasses / waiting for the moon on a tight night
in context of the sun / zero degrees is where we start
u grind on my gass pedal / red line earth clutchin' my hear
in context of the moon / u pull to my full height
we black out during the eclipse / jelly roll on a comet kite
out of the day into the night
catchin' the heat and the ride beat
ooo la la well ooo la well
u says
there's nothing to do
i says
th
at's during the day
u says
aren't we having fun
i says
the night's not yet won
u says
the feeling will be
ooo la la well oo la well