Paroles de Oil Skin

When I was a child my mother bathed me in the sink Pulled the oil from my skin Young, young boy, swinging in her arms Fingers pushing back my hair So I could see Help me when my soul was open by the touch of autumn I was not broken yet by time Safe with her in the morning, but heading softly to the night Now that I'm a bit older I try to stay clean The coming night the anticipated slip I was hoping to find I was justified in time I was hoping to find what got away from me Help me when my soul was open by the touch of autumn I was just broken then by time Safe with her in the morning, but heading softly to the night I was hoping to find I was justified in time I was hoping to find what got away from me I was hoping to find I was justified I was hoping to find