My Skin-Natalie Merchant

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. Cuz 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 The 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 a slow dying flower In the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour /untouchable. Ooh I need The darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness Ooh I need this. Need a lullabye A kiss goodnight Angel sweet love of my life Ooh I need this I'm a slow dying flower Frost killing hour The sweet turning sour /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 lullabye A kiss goodnight Angel sweet love of my life Ooh I need this Well is it dark enough Can you see me Do you want me Can you reach me Or I'm leaving You better shut your mouth And hold your breath You kiss me now You catch your death Oh I mean this Oh I mean this..