leather
one of these days i'm going to look at you and your face will have turned to leather
leaving coolness where your skin was warm
one of these days i'm going to talk to you and your voice will have gone away
leaving emptiness and silence in your throat
one of these days i'm going to touch you and you will crumble to the rocky ground
leaving ash where you once stood strong
one of these days i'll look at you and your face will be leather
and your voice will have left your throat
one of these days i'm going to look at you and you will have crumbled to the rocky ground
leaving ash where you once stood strong
