Skin

Well I know you don't know the reason

And it's cold, a sign of the season

'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah

Well I'll be 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 it's not returning

And your clothes and pictures are burning

'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah

Well I'll be 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 I'll be 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 anyone else

You're covered in my skin

I couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend