Skin is your tie to me
A sweet little go between
Connecting the things I keep
To the hidden in you
Darker or lighter, we
All crave that simple heat
The love and the mystery
Of the one from the two

Why’s it so hard to see
Our skin makes family?
And that’s a good thing, baby
We’re meant to make this love grow

Skin is a ghost machine
A loved and a hated thing
But worn by the poor and king
Who draw lines with their clothes
But your skin can preach to me
Your skin calls mine to sing
A song not for whispering
I would hear every note

Why’s it so hard to see
Each shade of majesty?
You’re looking good, my brother
We’ve got to make this love grow
Why’s it so hard to see
All that you mean to me
For who you are, my sister?
We’ve got to make this love grow

Skin is your tie to me
A curse from Adam and Eve
But far from the garden, we
Still find blood at the root