Skin کے بول

Well I know you don't know the reason And it's cold, a sign of the season 'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah Oh we better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else Come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself Well it's gone and it's not returning And your clothes and pictures are burning 'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah Oh we better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else Come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself Oh we better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else Come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself Oh we better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else Come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself