I'm a little older now There's scars and there are frowns There's memories in the dust The skin that I live in is cool and paper thin It's got a swan song to sing
I've blushed and I have bruised Felt the passing of youth I've bled and I have healed Held babes in my arms Counted lovers, counted scars The prayers when I had you
'Cause I have my time It dances in the skin when I smile And for the years that pass me by My body's an old good friend of mine
And when the nerves are warmed In tiny hairs and rows In cells that call my name I feel those echoes out And you are in the scars under my shirt again
'Cause I have my time It dances in the skin when I smile And for the years that pass me by My body's an old good friend of mine
