Lyrics Skin - Mørland

Skin

A crowd of people standing here
A role to let the family know
How sad it is to see her go
And between the roads
Yeah, I swear it must’ve been an angel there
I heard her as clear as day
Although I’m not in my skin now
Our home is a thing
Don’t you ever cry for me!
My boy, although I’m not on my things
I walked down the street
Where, wherever you may be
My boy, my boy
And they whisper, the autumn leaves
The swallow sailing over me
It feels more like a dream
And the sky have teen a shade of blue
And making treason solitude
I need you here with me,
Here with me
Although I’m not in my skin now
Our home is a thing
Don’t you ever cry for me!
My boy, although I’m not on my things
I walked down the street
Where, wherever you may be
My boy, my boy
Walk on
She’s waiting for you
One son
She’s waiting for you
My love
Is waiting on the other side
Ooh oh
The other side
Although I’m not in my skin now
Our home is a thing
Don’t you ever cry for me!
My boy, although I’m not on my things
I walked down the street
Where, wherever you may be
My boy, my boy