Skin Songtext

SKIN (I. Davies/M. Hoste)-------------------------The masquerader in the mirrorappears to be a certain stranger to mehe slips a film of glow through glow on his handand paints my features where his face ought to beyoung flesh, young frameslow pulse, no paininside my fit on skinsometimes I wonder just where to beginI need actioninside my fit on skinI make a novel of everythingit's like fictioninside my fit on skinanother side of my twinThe face he fits is unmistakably minewithout a trace he leaves the scene of the crimethe story always reads exactly the sameI need my live protection all the time