Skin - Peter Hammill

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 button, 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?