Skin & Leather - The Hidden Cameras

You pick me up and carry me home

I’m pushed to the floor and I regain your trust

Lay your arm, I bleed on your rug

What is skin and bone, they are the same

My wish to break a heart off the letter I’ve heard

Disappears as I know you are the same

You are the same

You are the same

You are the same

You tighten up your heart to the beat of the drum

Made from skin and bone, with a jackal to find you

What is skin and bone, and I regain your trust

We beat with skin and bone, the eye of the sun

I feel the skin and bone and letter heard

Disappears as I see skin and leather, skin and leather

You’re my warm pleasure, the skin and leather

Look at the floor, it’s the end of it all

I dap in my rug, it’s the darkest door

I clap it out though, it’s a plea for more

Condition I must, the world is none

I’m gonna wrap a rug, the rug is mine

And lay on your wall, begin to tether

I’ll be your skin and leather, skin and leather

I’ll be your skin and leather

I’ll be your skin and not, on the telephone

You are the same