Lightbulbs Songtext
von Ben Ottewell

What′s the view like from back there?
Kiss a girl with the strawberry hair
Touch the ghost with torching pocket
Here the sun comes, we forgot it

What's the town like where you grew up?
Did you drink from a golden cup?
Archimedes on your shoulder
Every day, a little bolder

Smooth those lines away
Smooth those lines away

What′s the model like inside your brain?
Does she make you wide awake?
Do you love her and protect her?
Sit together on a golden vector

Will you be good when you grow up?
Serve your drinks from a golden cup
Socrates in an old Ford Ascot
Sew the lines the nations discard


Smooth those lines away
Smooth those lines away

She's so fine
With eyes that follow you everywhere
She's so fine
Shapes and shadows and she is mine

Raise your arms and ready my commandment
Hold my hand, get out the line and
You′re my Belle down to the final
They mean well, wait for the lines and

Raise your arms and read my commandment
Hold my hand, get out the line and
You′re my Belle down to the final
They mean well, wait for the lines and

Raise your arms, read my commandment
Hold my hand, get out the line and
You're my Belle down to the final
They mean well, wait for the lines and


Raise your arms, read my commandment
Hold my hand, light on the light and
My Belle
Light on the light and
Belle

She′s so fine
Shapes and shadows and she is mine