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 

'Cause 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 
With 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 and untouchable 

Oh, 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 

I'm a slow-dying flower 
Frost-killing hour 
The sweet turning sour and untouchable 

Do you remember the way that you touched me before 
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored 
Your face-saving promises 
Whispered liked prayers 
I don't need them 

Oh, 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 
Oh, I'm leaving 

Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath 
You kiss me now, you catch your death 
Oh, I mean this 
Oh, I mean this