Laundered Songtext
von Foxing

Sweet debility;
the macallan in my glass
honey beads from those ardent eyes
so here I sit, flooded in molasses
every dollop of sweat swells in your light
so call me what you will, just call me
call me what I am, I'm yours laundered each saccharine stain
every word until the purity burns
the sugar drips until your name soaks in my brain
I can't stand to be rid of you
so call me what you will, just call me
call me what I am, I'm yours