Why do you think we came
He�s pasting gold leaches
(On my arm)
We sharpen up our teeth
White sugar
He speaks French
Memorizing torsos
He�s open throated
In the corner
Hands arrive at hands
My arm is tied off waiting
To burn it down
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can�t believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can�t believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can�t believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can�t believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light