Your Ghost Fits My Skin.
Interlude · Silver Darling. Your Ghost Fits My Skin. 2008 Crossbill Records. Released on: 2008-10-04.
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Album Let Live and Let Ghosts. Under My Skin Lyrics. I can feel your heart beating under my skin And the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within And if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup Do you think it'd be enough Do you think it'd be enough To fill my heart with music? Well, oh no, not a chance in hell Yeah, I've heard you sing, but it ain't too well Heartfelt, yeah, you meant so well But your song's no good 'round here.
Darling. he purrs and just his voice alone is enough to almost send you over the edge, to the point of no return. He meets your eyes for a moment, as if asking for permission for this little game the two of you are about to play, you nod before thinking better of it, heat creeping up the back of your neck at his impish smile. You’re saying I did? you laugh. By slapping you? I’m not ashamed to admit I was hooked from the beginning, my pet, he smiles, dipping down to place tender kisses against the soft skin of your neck, making you gasp at the sensation of his cold lips on your body. I’m enchanted by you, in all ways possible. It seems the spell I cast on you has worked, it was my plan all along, you tease him with a small laugh, inhaling sharply once more when he begins to nip and suck and bite on the hollow of your collarbone. That would surely leave a mark in the coming days.
Tiny darling ghost holder Tiny darling ghost holder You our soft spirit breather and You . .her wild eyes So I will ring my cells like bells as you Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers Picking bloody flowers His wild eyes, oh his wild eyes Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancer