Under the Sun

Big room dream when the bass comes out.
I talk that heat with a rolling grin,
Watch the whole crowd lean right in.
I spin gold from a chipped-up tune,
Silver laugh in a pink balloon.
If you fall, then I pull you near,
We can make a wild thing clear.
One, two, three, now the walls ignite,
Little heart make a big damn light.
Say my name with a fearless tone,