Martin Hall Random Hold Skin Line Days are burning like the rainbow In a corner of the world Your forever is a nevermore And it turns the sky and the earth The moon and the stars The skin and the scars Keeping your eyes in closing doors Counting the shadows on the walls Pieces of eight still fill your mind Burning your skin line Break the silence into stories Tell them like a children's tale Always staying at a distance As your bleed the light of the day You're lying awake You lie there and wait Keeping your eyes in closing doors Counting the shadows on the walls Pieces of eight still fill your mind Burning your skin line