The Outer Skin - The Hope Blister

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin

Crouched and cold on a slate grey 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 wind-swept 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

Whoa whoa whoa whoa oa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa oa

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin

And it feels like nothing on earth has ever got in