Second Skin

The bullet’s deep, I’m not dreaming
The blood I keep, while you’re healing
Have you found your second skin, your second wind?
Have you found your second skin, second wind?
You’re riding high, you won’t be falling
Don’t look behind; I’m still crawling
Have you found your second skin, your second wind?
Have you found your second skin, second wind?
Ooh you could have been born to swim
You could have been born to camouflage
Does it pull? A ring around your finger?
Does it hurt? And will it linger on?
Have you found your second skin, your second wind?
Have you found your second skin, second wind?