Dior Lyrics – Joji | from “Piss In The Wind”

Joji’s staring down the void with that signature sigh on Piss In The Wind, his fourth studio album sailing into view February 6, 2026, via Palace Creek under Virgin Music, and “Dior” closes it out like a faded receipt from a night you can’t quite reconstruct—luxury laced with quiet unraveling.

This closer track whispers Joji’s evolved alchemy: hazy lo-fi beats that drift like smoke rings, layered with his half-mumbled croon over sparse piano and subtle synth swells, nodding to the bedroom pop introspection he’s honed since Slow Dancing in the Dark. It’s alternative R&B with an electronic undercurrent, clocking in at a breezy 1:53 that feels longer in the ache—think glitchy echoes evoking designer highs crashing into emotional lows.

Thematically, it’s Joji unpacking fleeting indulgences: the gloss of “Dior” bags masking deeper voids, regrets wrapped in velvet, and that pull between wanting more and letting it all dissolve. Self-produced in his LA haze, it’s got no big guests, just raw George Miller vulnerability, teased in a cryptic Instagram flicker last week that sent stans into “end-credits energy” threads.

Piss In The Wind itself? It’s a 21-track exhale, a sprawling 45-minute canvas of love’s wreckage and wistful what-ifs, pulling from scrapped Nectar-era sketches into something looser, more lived-in. The concept’s pure Joji fatalism—pissing against the breeze of fame’s futility, blending heartbreak hymns with hazy hope. Singles like the pixel-glitch romance of “PIXELATED KISSES” (out October ’25), the shimmering “If It Only Gets Better,” and the video-backed “Past Won’t Leave My Bed” set the tone, while collabs shine: GIVĒON on soulful “Piece of You,” 4batz’s falsetto on “Fade to Black,” Yeat’s rage-trap on “Rose Colored,” and Don Toliver’s silk on “Fragments.” Tracks like “Cigarette,” “LOVE YOU LESS,” and “Strange Home” promise that boundary-blurring blur, all revealed in yesterday’s tracklist drop that lit up FNAC listings and Joji’s site. No rigid narrative, just fragments of a man mid-orbit, proving he’s trading viral virility for velvet vulnerability.

Joji’s hitting this horizon at his most unmoored peak, three years past SMITHEREENS’ platinum ache and that surprise Ballie Scott pivot into film scoring whispers. The Pink Guy prankster turned heartbreak auteur is leaning into the long game now—sold-out Intimate Nights residencies from Tokyo to Toronto last fall had crowds weeping to encores, while TikTok’s endless “Glimpse of Us” stitches keep his ghost alive. Piss In The Wind? It’s him finally exhaling, ditching the chase for confessions that stick.

Dive into the Dior lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Piss In The Wind tracks for more of Joji’s hazy heartbreak haze.