The Orielles
Sugar Tastes like Salt
His face could melt the heart of a wax model
But not quite me
No he's not quite mastered the human race
I put his face under water
To see how my vision will change
But it's not him that's changed
It's me this is starting to picture
Ooh

Isolation
Room for creation
Huh-Huh-Huh
Huh-Huh-Huh

Sometimes I wonder do you even realise?
Or are you just another dead beneath the eyes
You are the perfect mix between horror and glamour
But I wonder, what will you be like tomorrow

Isolation
Room for creation
Huh-Huh-Huh
Huh-Huh-Huh

Isolation
(Huh-Huh-Huh)
Room for creation
(Huh-Huh-Huh)