skin

I'm scared Of the air that we share I'm scared it's going To frizzle up my hair Soft and sweet And oh, so slowly We meet I spend all my time alone Sitting in my big, glass home And I want you to be the one To throw the first stone 'Cause I was made of you I was created And painted of you I was collected by you Completed Unseated, and sainted To you And I cannot decide Whose skin is whose I hear your feet Marching down the street To an unsteady beat I left the gate open I was hoping you would know What I was hoping for 'Cause I was made of you I was created And painted of you I was collected by you Completed Unseated, and sainted To you And I cannot decide Whose skin is