Primitive Mule - Mister Sister

Grace Skin Smell

I look around myself now
I feel cold in my bones
My screams flow out from inside
I wanna get stoned
I want to smash the walls and
Run fast and hate the sky
Because nobody knows what
I saw inside your eyes

She's like incense
That spins inside my head
All around are candles made of sand
Surrounded by her
Once again I need
Grace's skin smell
Grace's skin smell

You got tattoos and short hair
You left me time ago
And everything you left me
Is a drawing on the wall
I feel like Bacon's paintings
I need to scream my fear
Shocked faces in the mirror
A fooled man in this place

She's like incense
That spins inside my head
All around me are candles made of sand
Surrounded by her
Once again I need
Grace's skin smell
Grace's skin smell

Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Gessa, Francesco Tolin, Michele Tenca, Milo Mussini
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