ÒSugarlight, weÕre addictsÓ

Why do you think we came

HeÕs pasting gold leaches

(On my arm)

We sharpen up our teeth

White sugar

He speaks French

Memorizing torsos

HeÕs open throated

In the corner

Hands arrive at hands

My arm is tied off waiting

To burn it down

  (Sugarlight, sugarlight)

  (I canÕt believe)

  Swallowing one bulb after another

  In the (city of electric light)

  (Sugarlight, sugarlight)

  (I canÕt believe)

  Swallowing one bulb after another

  In the (city of electric light)

  (Sugarlight, sugarlight)

  (I canÕt believe)

  Swallowing one bulb after another

  In the (city of electric light)

  (Sugarlight, sugarlight)

  (I canÕt believe)

  Swallowing one bulb after another

  In the (city of electric light)