Peeling the skin back from my eyes, I felt suprised
that the time on the clock was the time I usually retired
to the place where I cleared my head of you;

but just for today, i think I´ll lie here and dream of you.

I´ve got you under my skin where the rain can´t get in,
but if the sweat pours out, just shout I´ll try to SWIM AND pull you out.

A howling wind blows the litter as the rain flows,
As street lamps pour orange coloured shapes through your window,
a broken soul stares from a pair of watering eyes,
uncertain emotions force in an uncertain smile...

I´ve got you under my skin where the rain can´t get in,

but if the sweat pours out, just shout I´ll try to swim and pull you out.