Lyrics Sugar Tastes Like Salt - The Orielles

Ooh, his face could melt the heart of a wax model
But not quite me, oh he's not quite mastered the human race
I put his face under water to see how the vision would change
But it's not him that's changed, it's me this is starting to picture
Ooh

Isolation
Room for creation
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Sometimes I wonder do you even realize?
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
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh
Ooh

Ooh
Ooh

Ooh
Ooh

Isolation (ooh)
Room for creation (ooh)