Sugarlight

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)