Woorden: Beth Hart. Screamin' For My Supper. Skin.

She combs her hair & cleans her face
Closes the door & kneels to pray
It don't matter that she's alone
Beast or dragons she's going home
If I lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
& these blisters within my skin
She found today
So hard to say
I sweat the sheets
Too tired to play
& it don't matter
Cause I'm still alive
Beast or dragons
Won't make me hide

Another way
I just cant find the words to say
Cold where I lay
It's cold where I lay
Bones cracked to clay
A killer's in the way
Hot is my shame
Fire pulls my veins
For never is my name
Forever in my shame
Holy come heal me
Solely, delivery delivery