i complicate my life with numbers
i don't want to live through anyone but me
and maybe someone
and maybe someone else
yeah
you move like a poet on the dancefloor
sharpened pencils and godawful honest thighs
out of tune and i think it's time i found religion again
don't want to bring you down
sunstains on a silver-gel photograph
pick me up in the middle of the sidewalk
i've fallen for euclid in the worst way
bodies in motion, meeting flat planes
lose my nights in color-coded wristbands
jesus, gin, and s*utty art-school girls
drunk on god and fashion and being wrong
don't want to bring you down
sunstains on a silver-gel photograph
don't want to fall apart
i see your light shine, you've got a silver glow
but i don't think so
i've seen you shine before
cut me off in the middle of a noun
singing 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13
mathematics is music and music is probably a lie
don't want to bring you down
sunstains on a silver-gel photograph
don't want to fall apart
i see your light shine, you've got a silver glow
you've got a silver glow