One of these days I'll peel off my skin
Then none of you will recognise me
I'll be a strech of blank canvas
On which to paint my own tree
Then I can re-spin my past
Like a spider that's a victim
Rebuilding his broken home
Old troubles not afflicting
I'll kiss the scarlet leaves
As they fall from brown trees
And feel waves frothing
Around my red and scared knees
I'll walk upon montains
And burrow far in the the ground
And i'll rock back and forth
In darkness without sound
I'll eat poisonous berries
That are all of my choice
And I'll dance and run
Screaming at the top of my voice
And after my wild moment
I'll create a whole new skin
Climb inside and be content
Lock the door, let no one in
And then when I'm ready
I'll start life all over again
I'll be the blank slate
You'll be all I can gain
