My skin

My Skin-Natalie Merchant

Take a look at my body Look at my hands There's so much here That I don't understand

Your face saving promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable

Contempt loves the silence It thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils That strangle the heart

They say that promises Sweeten the blow But I don't need them No, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable I'm a slow dying flower Frost killing hour

The sweet turning sour And untouchable O, I need The darkness The sweetness The sadness

The weakness Oh I need this I need A lullaby A kiss goodnight Angel sweet

Love of my life O, I need this I'm a slow dying flower Frost killing hour The sweet turning sour And untouchable

Do you remember the way That you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored? Your face saving promises Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

I need The darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness I need this

I need A lullaby A kiss goodnight The angel sweet Love of my life Oh, I need this

Is it dark enough? Can you see me? Do you want me? Can you reach me? Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth Hold your breath Kiss me now you'll catch my death O, I mean this