Skin

well i know you don't know the reason

and it's cold a sign of the season

cause your old and battered and beaten

and we'll grow til we hit the ceiling yeah



Well I'll we better get away

send a letter bombs away

you're covered in my skin

i couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend 

i couldn't imagine why you would save yourself



well it's gone and its not returning

and your clothes and pictures are burning

cause your old and battered and beaten

and we'll grow til we hit the ceiling yeah



Well I'll we better get away

send a letter bombs away 

you're covered in my skin

i couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend 

i couldn't imagine why you would save yourself

(x3)