Skin (feat. Laura Marling)

I'm jealous of your neck

That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh

It gets to hold your head

And I'd rather perform the task instead

I'll use my hands

You told me of your heart

The cold tile cavern bathed in dark

And earthy roots hanging from within

To shed some light, the fire must get in

A searing pulse

I'm a fever in your chest

The burning sun, I'm west

I, I am too naive

Your lunar strands were lit in red and green

A captivating scene

A portion of myself was lost to me

But I'm not dead

Just a harbour no one's in

An empty salt-filled skin