David Boucher - Skin is, My lyrics

My skin is White as parchment Drier than a downtown office building Where the air is tight There's time spent Resting on her bones Waiting for the telephone to ring Ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring ... Bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring ... My skin is Cold as her toes on the bathroom floor Run back to bed and slam the door Oh what a lovely sound Oh how it shakes the ground Oh what a lovely sound Oh what a lovely sound Oh what a lovely... Skin is my It's the only thing That doesn't really fly in my land And love, oh love Is my love is It's the only thing that bu*terfly in Thailand Let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands In bolder letters than the capital I It's the only thing, it's the only thing It's the only lonely, whoa My skin is White as parchment Drier than a downtown office building Where the air is tight There's time spent Waiting for that Macrame bird of prey To come down and sing La-ling la-ling la-ling... Oh what a lovely sound Oh how it shakes the ground Oh what a lovely sound Oh how it shakes the ground Oh what a lovely sound Oh what a lovely sound Oh how it shakes the ground Oh what a lovely sound Oh how it shakes the ground Oh what a lovely sound Oh, oh what a lovely sound