Skin

Skin is your tie to me-a sweet little go between Connecting the things I keep to the hidden in you Darker or lighter we all crave that simple heat The love and the mystery of the one from the two Why's it so hard to see our skin makes family And that's a good thing baby We're meant to make our love grow Skin is a ghost machine-a loved and a hated thing But worn by the poor and king who draw lines with their clothes But your skin can preach to me-your skin calls mine to sing A song not for whispering-I would hear every note Why's it so hard to see each shade of majesty You're looking good my brother We're meant to make this love grow Why's it so hard to see all that you mean to me For who you are my sister We're meant to make this love grow Skin is your tie to me-a curse from Adam and Eve But far from the garden we still find blood at the root