歌词
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