These eyes are open like picture framesnthat look at lives passing in subtle ways.nSo linger slowly in air that’s freshnAs I soak in madness to look my best.nnAnd you are my favourite skin to wearnwhether here or there or everywhere. Oh no.nnI sold my secrets to a friend down the streetnin exchange for some methods to get us to meet.nThe odds were against us cause I was tied up.nBut you came with fire to distract the cops.nnAnd you are my favourite skin to wearnwhether here or there or everywhere. Oh no.n