Cold Cuts

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)