Cold Skin

Cold Skin

I’m sitting naked in an old weathered chair
Holding my head in my wounded hands,
How cold is the air that I am breathing
How cold is the air, running through my hair
What if I killed you What if I just saved your life
What if loved you, what if I hated you
Everything’s lost

I am taking my time
What if I’m dreaming What if you’re sleeping
I am taking my time
What if you’re leaving What if I’m slipping
What if I’m dreaming What if you’re sleeping
What if you’re slipping

In your eyes I was this pity king
Are you still breathing Now you’re not bleeding
In your eyes You were my destiny
Relic worth thieving Should I be grieving

Your love is killing me Killing you, killing my pain
Now you’re a memory Memory fading away

In your eyes I was this pity king
Are you still breathing Now you’re not bleeding
In your eyes You were my destiny
Relic worth thieving Should I be grieving

I’m sitting naked in an old weathered chair
Holding your head in my blooded hands,
How cold is the air that I am breathing
How cold is the air, running through your hair