The Outer Skin Songtext
von Chris Knox

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
Crouched in cold on a slate-grey day in the southern world
Self-obsessed on a crumbling couch for hours Quite alone as is usual for the things we are
Quite unable to go beyond what′s ours

And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in
Locked for life with a friend I've known for a thousand years
Known like no-one I′ve ever known before
We're as close as two coats on paint on a windswept wall
But we'll never know what sits at the other′s core