A layer of skin has been peeled away
Revealing what lies beneath me
Secrets exposing themselves
In the burning light
Revealing what lies beneath me
A heart like a broken clock
In the burning light
The timing of feelings is always slightly off
A heart like a broken clock
Our face like its display
The timing of feelings is always slightly off
It’s imperfect, but not needing to be perfect
Our face like its display
Hands covering the eyes, the expression of the lips
It’s imperfect, but not needing to be perfect
Only safe from such piercing, cold indifference
Hands covering the eyes, the expression of the lips
A layer of skin has been peeled away
It’s imperfect, but not needing to be perfect
Secrets exposing themselves