Testo di Skin Is, My

My skin is White as parchment Drier than a downtown office building Where the air is tight There's time spent Resting on her bones Waiting for the telephone to ring Bo-ring, bo-ring, bo-ring... Bo-ring, bo-ring, bo-ring... My skin is Cold as her toes on the bathroom floor Run back to bed and slam the door Oh, what a lovely sound Oh, how it shakes the ground Oh, what a lovely Skin is my It's the only thing That doesn't really fly in my land And love is, my love is It's the only thing that Butterfly in Thailand Let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands In bolder letters than the capital It's the only thing it's the only thing It's the only lonely, whoa My skin is White as parchment Drier than a downtown office building Where the air is tight There's time spent Waiting for that Macrame bird of prey To come down and sing La-ling la-ling la-ling Oh, what a lovely sound