My Skin [Hungarian translation]

Take a look at my body,

look at my hands

there's so much here that I don't understand

Your face saving promises,

whispered like prayers

I don't need them.

I've been treated so wrong

I've been cheated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable...

Well, contempt loves the silence

it thrives in the dark,

the fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart

They say that promises sweeten the blow

but I don't need them... no I don't need them.

I've been treated so wrong,

I've been cheated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow dying flower

I'm the frost killing hour

sweet turning sour

& untouchable.

ooh I need

the darkness,

the sweetness,

the sadness,

the weakness,

ooh I need this.

Need a lullabye,

a kiss goodnight,

angel, sweet love of my life

ooh I need this

I'm a slow dying flower

frost killing hour

the sweet turning sour

& 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,

ooh I need this.

I need a lullabye

a kiss goodnight,

angel, sweet love of my life

ooh I need this

Well, is it dark enough,

can you see me?

do you want me?

can you reach me?

or I'm leaving...

you better shut your mouth

and hold your breath

you kiss me now,

you catch your death

oh I mean this...

oh I mean this...

• Artist:Natalie Merchant
• Album:Ophelia (1998)