ÒSugarlight, weÕre addictsÓWhy do you think we cameHeÕs
pasting gold leaches(On my arm)We sharpen up our teethWhite
sugarHe speaks FrenchMemorizing torsosHeÕs open throatedIn
the cornerHands arrive at handsMy arm is tied off waitingTo
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)