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