Skin Lyrics - Icehouse

The masquerader in the mirror 

appears to be a certain stranger to me 

he slips a film of glow through glow on his hand 

and paints my features where his face ought to be 

young flesh, young frame 

slow pulse, no pain 

inside my fit on skin 

sometimes I wonder just where to begin 

I need action 

inside my fit on skin 

I make a novel of everything 

it's like fiction 

inside my fit on skin 

another side of my twin 

The face he fits is unmistakably mine 

without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime 

the story always reads exactly the same 

I need my live protection all the time