Lyrics:

Heliophobe, why has your hair been bleached?
Why do your knees have tan lines like prison cells?

The timing of light is always right, the sensitivity
Will make whirring machines that take the place of your eyes

I couldn't stand to
Be the ghost in you
I couldn't touch you
Without hurting the bruises

Disposable
Exposed photographs

Sun poisoned you

Nausea
I couldn't stand to
Be the ghost in you
I couldn't touch you
Without hurting the bruises
Disposable
Exposed photographs

Sun poisoned you

Nausea