Brand Of Skin
Folk Implosion / Louise Barlow
What brand of skin do you occupy?
Who is that smile on your face?
Where is the hole for the sands of time,
Smiling even lines upon my face?
Did comfort kill the curiosity,
The safety failed to engage?
Said I was empty while you shaken me,
Are you too angry to be saved?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
What brand of skin do you occupy?
And what is left in the snow?
But in the end, let the money decide,
We get too deep we may drown
Harmony's gone
The rythm remains
Harmony's gone
The rythm remains
Harmony's gone
But the rythm remains
It remains,
The rythm remains
Harmony's gone
The rythm remains...