Phantom Limb from Terribly Good by Skye Wallace

Real harm will never be gone
When all of my skin is drawn,
My liver too.
Drawn between cold and heat,
Can't limber up,
Can't get my mind off you.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
Yes, they do.
And the cold ones, they will drop off.
The cold ones, they will drop off.
Just like you.

I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.

Ice cracks, so do I.
Hearts go blind as they are bound to do.
And the melt of my health,
A mockery and a mess of what was true.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
Yes, they do.
And the cold ones, they will drop off.
The cold ones, they will drop off.
Just like you.

I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.
I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.

• Alternative
• canadiana
• folk
• folk rock
• hard folk
• indie rock
• Toronto