You’re underneath my skin…

Searching for a home, looking for a place where I can sleep, I’m letting it all go, shedding all my faces I don’t need.

Unable to behold whatever should unfold in front of me. No, I can’t control whatever should unfold in front of you.

You’re always on my mind. You’re always on my mind. Yeah you! You’re always on my mind. You’re underneath my skin.

Falling like a leaf, waiting for the wind to carry me. Right before I hit the ground, a tornado picks me up and spins me round.

Unable to behold another cycle of old skin, new sins. No, I can’t control these winter trees and cold blooded you.