Are you living in your own skin? Have you felt your palms on the floor? Are you living in your own skin? Have you imagined your backyard? There's a garden of touch Inside these bones. But you build a wall To keep them out There's a warmth within But you're pushing it out Won't you call it friend And sit a while If you lose sight of the ground Know there's another way And if those memories fade Know there's another day If those memories fade If those memories fade