THE SKIN WE'RE IN
Written by Tim Marcus Arnold

Ideas are bulletproof
Such a shame we're not made that way
Everyday is a tightrope walk across a roof
We'll then tiptoe in China through the middle of the motorway
Have you seen the rose fret with you a queen to your pawn
You really wanted both
But can't you just feel defended
Can you trust her to hide the thorns

Going down to the water
The town's an orphanage
I know I'll never ever cross the bridge
I need something to protect me through thick and thin
For I'm in doubt about the skin we're in
The skin we're in

Stuck in my shoebox
In a jewellery box
Waiting for the phone to hoist me from the slumber
When it comes as rare as any equinox
It's someone calling for someone else's number

But I have seen love grow in my direction many moons ago
Won't let it get me down
After all there are many moons to go, to go

Going down to the water to flee the orphanage
You know we'll never dare to cross the bridge
Without a suit of armour
When trust is wearing thin
Can't risk the pain, the pain that chafes
The skin we're in

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