Vessel

He's diluting my innocence, but I really don't mind
He keeps entering my maze in the hope that he'll find
A vessel that is cleaner, some blood that will dry
That muscle I keep under surveillance so I don't cry

I keep myself in my own skin I won't try to get out
Until it all becomes apparent what it is you're about
And that vessel will open like a lung to the air
Until you go and hold you breath ... I'm left fighting for air

CHORUS
Like the liquid inside of a vessel I've got nowhere else to roam
Like the memories inside of a photograph
Waiting impatiently to be exposed
I've never been more true
Than I was with you on the phone
My baby's made of blood it's a shame that I'm made of stone

Our bodies are temples but our minds are insane
We're intent on injections that ease us from pain
Some wounds they never heal, it hurts but I'm ok
Just locate the appropriate vessel and wash it away

I keep myself in my own skin...