Skin-Marika Hackman

[ti:Skin]
[ar:Marika Hackman]
[al:We Slept at Last]
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[00:00.00]Skin - Marika Hackman
[00:16.93]I'm jealous of your neck
[00:24.61]That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh
[00:32.90]It gets to hold your head
[00:40.68]And I'd rather perform the task instead
[00:51.93]I'll use my hands
[01:12.96]You told me of your heart
[01:20.66]A cold tile cavern bathed in dark
[01:27.66]And earthy roots hanging from within
[01:36.45]To shed some light the fire must get in
[01:47.81]A searing pulse
[01:52.15]I'm a fever in your chest
[02:00.53]The burning sun I'm west
[02:08.99]I I am too naive
[02:16.37]Your lunar strands were lit in red and green
[02:26.64]A captivating scene
[02:32.52]A portion of myself was lost to me
[02:43.89]But I'm not dead
[02:47.95]Just a harbour no one's in
[02:56.40]An empty salt filled skin