Pretty Skin

Oh to gnaw at your pretty skin For you are good enough to eat Soon you'll join with the gossiping And then with the winding sheet You may throw me to the flames But in the embers my remains My stooping frame My withered bones away You turn like river stones You may try to bury me But even in the darkest woods There will be nowhere, no good, no way My bones will rise out of the clay And by the time you're lost and alone My old bones could carry you home They'll whisper softly in your ear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear You cannot make me disappear