Marika Hackman - Skin

^G#mI'm jealous of your n^D#meck That ^Anarrow porcelain ^C#mplinth of flesh ^G#mIt gets to hold your ^D#mhead And ^AI'd rather per^C#mform the task in^G#stead

^G#mYou told me of your h^D#meart The ^Acold tile cavern ^C#mbathed in dark And earthy ^G#mroots hanging from w^D#mithin To ^Ashed some light the ^C#mfire must get ^G#in

I'm a ^Efever ^F#in your ^G#mchest The b^Eurning ^F#sun I'm ^G#mwest

^G#mI, I am too n^D#maive Your ^Alunar strands were ^C#mlit in red and ^G#mgreen A captivating ^D#mscene A ^Aportion of my^C#mself was lost to ^G#me

Just a ^Eharbour ^F#no one's ^G#min An ^Eempty ^F#salt filled ^G#mskin