Paroles: Danny Campbell. Domestic Violins. Sugar.

Sugar...
Sugar...
Sugar...
Sugar...

I'm like a fly
I would rather die
Than hang around the edge of your eye

I wanna lick your wounds
Go back into the womb with you
I hope I feel you soon
Shocking velvet like the moon...
Shocking velvet like the moon.

Language loses feeling
Language uses stealing
I can't tell you how deeply
How deeply I am breathing!

I wanna lick your wounds!
Go back into the womb with you
I hope I fuck you soon
Shocking velvet like the moon

I wanna lick your wounds!
Go back into the womb with you
I hope I fuck you soon
Shocking velvet like the moon

Sugar...
Sugar...
Sugar...
Sugar...

(Thanks to Mosura for these lyrics)