Skin
Well I know you don't know the reasonAnd it's cold, a sign of the season'Cause you're old, and battered and beatenAnd we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, yeah
Well I'll be better, get awaySend a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skinI couldn't imagine anyone elseI'm off for the weekendI couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
Well it's gone and it's not returningAnd your clothes and pictures are burning'Cause you're old, and battered and beatenAnd we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah
Well I'll be better, get awaySend a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skinI couldn't imagine anyone elseI'm off for the weekendI couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
Well I'll be better, get awaySend a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skinI couldn't imagine anyone elseI'm off for the weekendI couldn't imagine anyone else
You're covered in my skinI couldn't imagine anyone elseI'm off for the weekendI couldn't imagine why you would save yourself