Second Skin

I realize a miracle is due
I dedicate this melody to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air
Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere

Like when you fail to make the connection
You know how vital it is
Or when something slips through your fingers
You know how precious it is
And you reach the point when you know it’s only your
Second skin
It’s only your second skin.

“Second Skin” – The Chameleons