How dare you stand and wait on the far side of the river bank, like I would open up the gate to a man who bares a stranger's face, a stranger's face
How dare you wander round throwing stones like i'm to blame, I'm the one who wears the crown who are you to call my name, call my name
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
There ain't no wall to buy the light of the full moon,
you can't avoid it the struggle on the surface
Or tell me what you see, cause I see you do you see me, there ain't order there's a creature with a traitor's face, yeah, yeah
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh, you've lost your native skin
Ooh....
Reaching for the soil with, two hands
Holding to the memory, three hands
Clawing at the colonel, desperately searching for reason it was worth it all
Reaching for the soil with, two hands
Holding to the memory, three hands
Clawing at the colonel, desperately searching for reason it was worth it all
Reaching for the soil with, two hands
Holding to the memory, three hands
Clawing at the colonel, desperately searching for reason it was worth it all
Artist: Erasure
Artist: The Bosshoss
Artist: Bjørn Berge
Artist: Brooke Miller