Sugar Tastes Like Salt
The Orielles
His face could melt the heart of a rock's
Not quite me
He's not quite of the human race
I put his face under water
To see how the vision will change
But it's not him that's changed
It's me that' starting to
Wuhuu
Isolation
Room for creation
Huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh
Sometimes I wonder do you even realize?
Or are you just another deaf beneath the eyes
You are the perfect miss between and glamour
But I wonder what you'll be like tomorrow
Isolation
Room for creation
Huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh
Isolation
(Huh-huh-huh)
Room for creation
(Huh-huh-huh)
