Shed My Skin

Astring upon this rack of love
And I’m howling mad under your stars
Just waiting here like a dog with a lonely tongue
And I’m way too high to die. Too charmed to care
Stretched out under a golden sun
And for a slim moment creation crowns
And just as quickly beat back down

And I need to shed my skin
And I need to shed my skin
Masquerading through the stars
And I need to shed my skin…

Atangle in this mess of love
As the messages mix in your eyes
And I sink down to the bottom of the sea
Oh’ let there be no doubt

…that the gospel has begun
And I need to shed my skin
Masquerading through the stars
And I need to my shed my skin

So, all these thoughtful strokes I bear to you
Just a misunderstood silhouette
And I ain't caught the likeness of it yet
As the colors start to bleed

And the gospel has begun
Hear it sung, girl, on and on and on
Masquerading through the stars
And I need to shed my skin