The Outer Skin Songtext
von The Hope Blister

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
Crouched and cold on a slate gray day in the southern world
Self obsessed on a crumbling couch for hours
Quite alone as is usual for the things we are
Quite unable to go beyond what′s ours

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in


Locked for life with a friend I've known for a thousand years
Known like no one I′ve ever known before
We're as close as two coats of paint on a windswept wall
But we'll never know what sits at the other′s core

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in

Oh woah woah oh
Oh woah woah oh

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin (oh woah woah oh)
And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in (oh woah woah oh)


(Oh woah woah oh)
(Oh woah woah oh)
(Oh woah woah oh)
(Oh woah woah oh)
(Oh woah woah oh)