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 slutty 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