The Outer Skin

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin Crouched and cold on a slate gray day in the southern world Self obsessed on a crumbling couch for hours Quite alone as is usual for the things we are Quite unable to go beyond what's ours And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in Locked for life with a friend I've known for a thousand years Known like no one I've ever known before We're as close as two coats of paint on a windswept wall But we'll never know what sits at the other's core And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in Oh woah woah oh Oh woah woah oh And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin (oh woah woah oh) And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in (oh woah woah oh) (Oh woah woah oh) (Oh woah woah oh) (Oh woah woah oh) (Oh woah woah oh) (Oh woah woah oh)