Spending this much time in my naked body's
Not making it familiar to me
Trying to get used to it, I read what's on me
See through blues the color true, love leaves in tiny
Marks, gone so soon
Quiet stars in mid-afternoon
Pale
It doesn't make me feel young
I say,"It's something more motherly"
I'll leave in his arms if it's not I who has to carry
When the night rolls in
A tongue that hold me softly
I'll melt into sleep
And then I'm told a different story
In dreams gone so soon
Roaring streams taking me to you
Pale
Pale
Pale
Pale
Gone
