My Skin

"I'm a slow dying flower in the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
...
And kiss me now
And catch your death..."

-Natalie Merchant, "My Skin"