[Chorus: Passion]
I got this love, I-I got this love, why, I got this love
Because, because, because, because
I got this love, I-I got this love, why, I got this love
Because, because, because, because

[Verse 1: Watsky]
Because of Jonestown
Because of Auschwitz
Because the leaves fall and we can't stop it
But that makes fall leaves
I'mma start a mosh pit
(ch!) This is your captain
Hopping out the cockpit
I forgot my parachute
But I got my bay sounds
So I'll be going dummy
Rocking on the way down
I'll be saying, "Hey ground!"
Howzabout we make out?
I'll put on some Ray Brown
You can grab some take out
Love isn't more sin, love isn't forced in
Getting under your skin, digging for endorphins
It's the portion some of us'll forgo
Fingers on your torso tapping you in Morse code
The opera aria we're singing like a bar song
The stranger's pretty face that hits you like a car bomb
The wrinkled note we passed in class in second grade
And all it says up on the page (is)