Vox, guitars, bass and keys - Gordon Craig
Drums - Colin Livingston
Recording by Gordon Craig
Words and Music by Gordon Craig
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Second Skin
Wipe out days and dog ends, an ash tray full of doubts
Roots laid down in a desert are quickly blown right out
The present spins in circles the future won’t draw in
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
Hunting through this jungle for a trophy from the past
The guides have all deserted and night is drawing fast
A stuffed soul is run down a worthless prize to win
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
More makes less too shallow, desire makes less a need
Need ignites a fire that existence cannot feed
Empty satisfaction makes the future sway and spin
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin
And it wears my second skin, etc.
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