My Skin

Ah, ah Ah, ah (ah) 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 'Cause I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable Well, 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 the slow dying flower I'm the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour and untouchable Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, I need the darkness, the sweetness The sadness, the weakness Ooh, I need this Need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight Angel sweet love of my life Oh, 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 Ooh, I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight Angel sweet love of my life Oh, I need this Well, is it dark enough? Can you see me? Do you want me? Can you reach me? Or I'm leaving Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath You kiss me now, you'll catch your death Ooh, I mean this Oh, I mean this