A kind sun shone
On a storm-worn crow
Ceased the winds to blow
Thawed all the snow
Spilled the illness cure
On skin I feel no more
Anxious and restless a while
Try to balance my biles
Failed to teach the child
To stay in when the rain falls wild
That now falls numb and sore
On skin I feel no more
I hear the death bells chime
And my hands in chains and twine
The trial counts my crimes
And I dream of highway signs
As tar fills every pore
Of skin I feel no more
Check my whim and wits
In rain and wind and mist
The path I least resist
Gave way to wilderness
I lay down lost and worn
In skin I feel no more
Through early April's bloom
A soft and kind wind moves
An endless poison spews
From a trove of battle-born wounds
That lay beaten and torn
On skin I feel no more
Decide when to chase
And decide when to stay
When I chose to take
You chose to give away
Now the last debt left to score
Is this skin I feel no more
Left too long to wait
For things that never came
If this is a trade
Then it's one I'll have to take
And blood runs cool and pure
Down skin I feel no more
And blood runs cool and pure
Down skin I feel no more