Skin

And with my fingers trace the fine bones of your hand
The hollow where your fingers meet
At night i hold you to my heart
As though your fragile bones might break

And with my tongue i taste the salt upon your face
Where no tear should fall a line i trace
But i don't understand your skin
The way it keeps your feelings in

At five o' clock they set the cage birds free
And they rise into the evening like a holy trinity
And my bird among them flies
With the sun in his eyes

Oh honey, tell me how the caged bird sings
With barely room enough to stretch his wings
For i fear that i should die
If i had caused a sadness in your eye

And i know i'd miss your skin
The way it keeps your feelings in

I would surely miss your skin
The way it keeps your feelings in

I would surely miss your skin