My Skin Is a Glove Lyrics

My skin is a glove that you wear without knowing
So that I and no other will read you
Your hand gives me, why is my face a shadow?
A shadow why do you close your eyes?
But a room finally
The taste of your breath to remember
Some things are smoke and my lungs
Ache, ache and will not be eased
The air pretends we are not there
That is our conquest

But a room finally
The taste of your breath to remember
Secrets of a body just so
There is no taste, no fruit in the world
Unimaginable or with saviour
I deny nothing
Water is never still and we are
Cupped within a glass
Each night a small part
Scrambles into the air, somewhere away raining
But a room finally
The taste of your breath to remember
Secrets of a body just so
There is no taste, no fruit in the world
Unimaginable or with saviour
I deny nothing