Guts and Skin

Bringing myself back from the dead has never felt any worse I hear it, the sound of your footsteps on the floor Take my time to heal the wound will work it self out I hear it, the sound of your voice in the morn I hear it the sound of your footsteps on the floor I hear it. I hear you. I see you. I see him I'd give my guts and give my skin, just to hear my self out I'd sell myself and give it all, just for you I hear it