Death of the Party

As the sun descends through the ocean and blooms,
Like a pink and blue bullet wound,
We turn a lot of heads when we aren’t spinning ourselves,
We make a lot of plans but can’t quite carry them out
We’re gonna party till we die,
We’re gonna party till we die
(Still on the move)
Summer nights are stretching forever without,
Any sign of letting us down,
We’ve given up on everything we learned about time,
We’re never getting old and never taking a side
We’re gonna party till we die,
We’re gonna party till we die
(Still on the move)