Peter Hammill - Skin lyrics

There's a shiver down the spine of the body map... how come everything gets so physical? With your finger on the pulse and your head in the clouds everything's so tactile in your private world, in your little world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Hit that bu*ton, no time to lose – everything's so immediate. You'd have it all right now if you got to choose in your private world, such a tiny world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Is something out to get you under the skin? Full of the promise of paradise? Paradise now? Everything gets so physical, everything's so immediate in your private world, such a tiny world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Does something get to you under the skin?