Second Skin - Silent Majority

Slip inside your favorite skin

You zip up the back and you fit right in

The teeth become jammed as you near the top

A thousand fingers used to clear the stop

Now you look around

And you start to spin upon sins upon…

It could not take away 16 tons of cargo

This big brown box

You keep your notes in

The kind you never throw away

Deep inside with all the other skins

The kind that don’t fit anymore…

More people

More situations

More hangout spots

More people to say «hi» to

More music to play, more songs to feel

This as I tell you you’re not feeling it

How dare I?

I’ll tell you how i do

'cause I was here so many times before

And after all

It’s got nothing to do with you

And your wardrobe

It’s full of skins

Ones I’ve been in

As you sit and grin

And you take a couple off the bed

And you throw em down

And you choose too