Skin Is, My 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