Skin - Mørland

A crowd of people standing here

A role to let the family know

How sad it is to see her go

And between the roads

Yeah, I swear it must’ve been an angel there

I heard her as clear as day

Although I’m not in my skin now

Our home is a thing

Don’t you ever cry for me!

My boy, although I’m not on my things

I walked down the street

Where, wherever you may be

My boy, my boy

And they whisper, the autumn leaves

The swallow sailing over me

It feels more like a dream

And the sky have teen a shade of blue

And making treason solitude

I need you here with me,

Here with me

Although I’m not in my skin now

Our home is a thing

Don’t you ever cry for me!

My boy, although I’m not on my things

I walked down the street

Where, wherever you may be

My boy, my boy

Walk on

She’s waiting for you

One son

She’s waiting for you

My love

Is waiting on the other side

Ooh oh

The other side

Although I’m not in my skin now

Our home is a thing

Don’t you ever cry for me!

My boy, although I’m not on my things

I walked down the street

Where, wherever you may be

My boy, my boy