Second Skin - Heather Nova

The bullet’s deep, I’m not dreaming

The blood I keep, while you’re healing

Have you found your second skin, your second wind?

Have you found your second skin, second wind?

You’re riding high, you won’t be falling

Don’t look behind;

I’m still crawling

Have you found your second skin, your second wind?

Have you found your second skin, second wind?

Ooh you could have been born to swim

You could have been born to camouflage

Does it pull?

A ring around your finger?

Does it hurt?

And will it linger on?

Have you found your second skin, your second wind?

Have you found your second skin, second wind?