Skin

SKIN

In the middle of the night,
when you’re laying in my arms,
and there’s nothing in between us
‘cept our skin,
with the starlit sky
hanging over us,
I don’t know where you end
and I begin.

The clock is always ticking,
and time is all we’ve got.
Nothing lasts forever;
still we try to make time stop.

In the middle of the night,
when you’re laying in my arms,
and there’s nothing in between us
‘cept our skin,
with the starlit sky
hanging over us,
I don’t know where you end
and I begin.

Because the truth can be evasive,
though we chase it down each day,
and the truth is where we face it,
even when there’s hell to pay.

In the middle of the night,
when you’re laying in my arms,
and there’s nothing in between us
‘cept our skin,
with the starlit sky
hanging over us,
i don’t know where you end
and I begin.

Still there’s always more to pay
after all that we’ve been through,
but the bill just fades away
whenever I’m with you.

In the middle of the night,
when you’re laying in my arms,
and there’s nothing in between us
‘cept our skin,
with the starlit sky
hanging over us,
I don’t know where you end
and I begin.

I’m not sure what becomes of us.
Our paths may split or cross.
I just know that when we’re apart,
it’s me that feels the loss.

In the middle of the night,
when you’re laying in my arms,
and there’s nothing in between us
‘cept our skin,
with the starlit sky
hanging over us,
I don’t know where you end
and I begin.