Song | Skin |
Artist | Marika Hackman |
Album | We Slept at Last |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:16.44] | I'm jealous of your neck |
[00:24.26] | That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh |
[00:32.36] | It gets to hold your head |
[00:40.17] | And I'd rather perform the task instead |
[00:51.78] | I'll use my hands |
[01:12.35] | You told me of your heart |
[01:19.98] | A cold tile cavern bathed in dark |
[01:27.66] | And earthy roots hanging from within |
[01:35.93] | To shed some light the fire must get in |
[01:47.01] | A searing pulse |
[01:51.99] | I'm a fever in your chest |
[02:00.02] | The burning sun I'm west |
[02:08.47] | I, I am too naïve (You, you are too naïve) |
[02:16.04] | Your(My) lunar strands were lit in red and green |
[02:26.65] | A captivating scene |
[02:32.17] | A portion of myself was lost to me (A portion of yourself was lost to–) |
[02:43.54] | But I'm not dead (But you're not dead) |
[02:47.99] | Just a harbour no one's in |
[02:56.00] | An empty salt filled skin |
[00:16.44] | I' m jealous of your neck |
[00:24.26] | That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh |
[00:32.36] | It gets to hold your head |
[00:40.17] | And I' d rather perform the task instead |
[00:51.78] | I' ll use my hands |
[01:12.35] | You told me of your heart |
[01:19.98] | A cold tile cavern bathed in dark |
[01:27.66] | And earthy roots hanging from within |
[01:35.93] | To shed some light the fire must get in |
[01:47.01] | A searing pulse |
[01:51.99] | I' m a fever in your chest |
[02:00.02] | The burning sun I' m west |
[02:08.47] | I, I am too na ve You, you are too na ve |
[02:16.04] | Your My lunar strands were lit in red and green |
[02:26.65] | A captivating scene |
[02:32.17] | A portion of myself was lost to me A portion of yourself was lost to |
[02:43.54] | But I' m not dead But you' re not dead |
[02:47.99] | Just a harbour no one' s in |
[02:56.00] | An empty salt filled skin |
[00:16.44] | I' m jealous of your neck |
[00:24.26] | That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh |
[00:32.36] | It gets to hold your head |
[00:40.17] | And I' d rather perform the task instead |
[00:51.78] | I' ll use my hands |
[01:12.35] | You told me of your heart |
[01:19.98] | A cold tile cavern bathed in dark |
[01:27.66] | And earthy roots hanging from within |
[01:35.93] | To shed some light the fire must get in |
[01:47.01] | A searing pulse |
[01:51.99] | I' m a fever in your chest |
[02:00.02] | The burning sun I' m west |
[02:08.47] | I, I am too na ve You, you are too na ve |
[02:16.04] | Your My lunar strands were lit in red and green |
[02:26.65] | A captivating scene |
[02:32.17] | A portion of myself was lost to me A portion of yourself was lost to |
[02:43.54] | But I' m not dead But you' re not dead |
[02:47.99] | Just a harbour no one' s in |
[02:56.00] | An empty salt filled skin |