Annakin
second skin
I walk to war with this marching drum
To and fro goes the pendulum
Tick-tick-tack tick-tack emotions are stuck
Surrounded by dim happiness
Iâve found a black-framed tenderness
I was wearing it like my best evening dress
With her black horse she approaches him
Wrapped carefully in a second skin
Solemnly sent to the devil
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere
I pour all of my love into a leaking heart
I pour all of my love into a weeping heart
Itâs tearing me apart
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere
This blanket is too short
Itâs always cold somewhere