i give myself to you alone. no more knives hang above me. please destroy me.

i can feel my skin unraveling with own eyes
like a snake that sheds during its season
as if autumn is the year when everything changes
like the cold tears down my walls and lets people in
and my fickle bones quiver with each frozen gasp
while the lithe hair on my arms freeze and drop like tiny icicles
and my freckles disappear along with the color of my hands
the skin i am living in is no longer mine

Devendra Banhart- First Song For B


watch the stream run by you
watch the indian chief
wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you
watch you take root in the sun's palm
and rise out of the fire
no more being match wood
only rising higher
i wanna see you be the one whose first light
harbours in the new day
and see you settle into yourself
and never be afraid
now i take everything as a good sign
because i'm in love
i take everything as a sign from God

and now i give myself to you alone
no more knives hang above me
oh, b
please destroy me, please destroy me
please destroy me, please destroy me