Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

She is

He is

Faust

You are going to take it

So take it away

I romanticize, press against the glass of every stranger's eyes

Dancing to the snap of mirror tiles

Cover every face to see for miles and miles

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

She is

He is

Faust

You are going to take it

So take it away

I romanticize, press against the glass of every stranger's eyes

Dancing to the snap of mirror tiles

Cover every face to see for miles and miles

Every hour I romanticize, pressed against the glass of every stranger's eyes

Dancing to the snap of mirror tiles

Cover every face to see for miles and miles

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

(does he, does [s?]he notice in the [glitter?] of desire its

[?]the beginning to the glimmer of the mirrored tile)

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

(does he, does [s?]he notice in the [glitter?] of desire its

[?]the beginning to the glimmer of the mirrored tile)

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

(does he, does [s?]he notice in the [glitter?] of desire its

[?]the beginning to the glimmer of the mirrored tile)

Cold cuts

It's cold cuts

(does he, does [s?]he notice in the [glitter?] of desire its

[?]the beginning to the glimmer of the mirrored tile)