My Skin Is - Andrew Bird

My skin is 
white as parchment 
drier than a downtown office building 
where the air is tight 
there's time spent 
resting on her bones 
waiting for the telephone to ring 
ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . 
bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . 

my skin is 
cold as her toes on the bathroom floor 
run back to bed and slam the door 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh how it shakes the ground 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh what a lovely... 

skin is my 
it's the only thing 
that doesn't really fly in my land 
and love, oh love 
is my love is 
it's the only thing that 
butterfly in Thailand 

let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land 
on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands 
in bolder letters than the capital I 
it's the only thing, it's the only thing 
it's the only lonely, whoa 

my skin is 
white as parchment 
drier than a downtown office building 
where the air is tight 
there's time spent 
waiting for that 
macrame bird of prey 
to come down and sing 
la-ling la-ling la-ling... 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh how it shakes the ground 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh how it shakes the ground 
oh what a lovely sound 

oh what a lovely sound 
oh how it shakes the ground 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh how it shakes the ground 
oh what a lovely sound 
oh, oh what a lovely sound