X-Patriate: Alan J. Lipman - Skin In The Game
She had skin in the game
It was a lonely night
End of her chair
End of a fight
Knew his face
But didn't know his name
But one thing she knew
She had
Skin in the game
Skin in the game
And a fainter tune
Went through the glass
And looked at the moon
Skin in her life
To fill the pain
Ragged night
Skin in the game
Tore from her mind
Her most fervent dreams
Taught hard and fast
That nothing's as it seems
Tore from her soul
Like a missile in flight
The desire to scream
So loud through her voice
In the night
In the night
In the night
Skin in the game
Thin on the knife
Balance her soul
Re-calibrate her life
Hunt in the compound
For someone who
Would take her smile
And pierce her through
In fact she was ready
For a cunning thief
Who would plunder her
With her disbelief
Carry her off
Like a staken claim
At least she'd know
She had
Skin in the game
Eyes up
As she looks to the stars
Counting in her mind'
The lines between the cars
Half fast
That light In her mind
Blinding herself
To what she thought
That she would find
Lying on the bed
Bottle by her side
Worked to elude
What she couldn't hide
The world overlapping her
Her anxious heart
Her half stripped screw
Was ripped apart
Window half open
Mind half closed
She watched herself
Become half composed
His number
Scrawled on her wrist
Like a temporary stain
But at least she knew
She had
Skin in the game
Skin
Skin
Skin
Skin
Skin in the game
Another day past
Another day last
One more day
Just out of her grasp and
Skin in the game
Written by:
Alan Lipman
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