My Skin Lyrics - Ophelia - 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, whisper like prayers 

And 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 

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 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 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 

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 

Then you shut your mouth 

And hold your breath 

You kiss me now 

You catch your death 

Oh, I mean this 

Oh, I mean this