Under Your Skin کے بول

All through my days I have been coming up with ways to make you mine Even my hands They have been coming up with plans to take their time Though I know better I cannot turn this hope around I’m barefoot on your path The Moon upon my back I’ll find a way closer to this, closer to this With my best interest Snagging the hem of my dress Again, again, again and again All through my days My thoughts slip off through your doorways Drawing the shades of the rooms where you lay I’ll find a way under your skin, under your skin I’ll find a way, I know that I will Again, again, again and again Far away Off where the trains drag their thunder I cannot seem to push this under Or pull up the wish from the well Or disarray the spell Or dilute the truth That I am on to you