I love this song (so yeah I’ve been listening to it on repeat for about 4 hours now).
Natalie Merchant ~My skin~
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.
‘Cos 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
I’m the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh I need
the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
Oh I need this.
Need a lullaby
a kiss goodnight
angel sweet love of my life
Oh I need this.
I’m a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable.
Do you remember the way you touched me before?
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored.
You face saving promises, whispered like prayers
I don’t need them.
I need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
Oh I need this.
I need a lullaby
a kiss goodnight
angel sweet love of my life
Oh 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
I mean this…
I mean this.
This psycho's sanctuary 