The Chameleons Follow

Script Of The Bridge
Second Skin
One cold damp evening the world stood still
I watched as I help my breath
A silhouette I thought I knew came through
Someone spoke to me
Whispered in my ear
This fantasy's for you
Fantasies are 'in' this year.

My whole life flashed before my eyes
I thought, what they say is true
I shed my skin and my disguise
And cold, numb and naked I
Emerge from my cocoon
A half remembered tune
Played softly in my head
He said.

He turned, smiling, and said,

I realize a miracle is due
I dedicate this melody to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder it feels like I'm floating on air
Everywhere, it feels like I'm everywhere

Like when you fail to make the connection
You know how vital it is
Or when something slips through your fingers
You know how precious it is
And you reach the point when you know it's only your
Second skin
It's only your second skin.

Script Of The Bridge
Second Skin