Look Here

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....

Oooh I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness, ooh I need this.

Need a lullaby, 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 lullaby, 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...

Ohhh I mean this, Ohhh I mean this...

My skin - Nathalie Merchant