I dream on tip-toe murmuring I drink the cold, brave night And peel back the stars Sworn, I lock the door behind me now Sure, I dive into the restless pools of light Oooh, I stand before you now Oooh, dare you to take my pulse And tell me that I don't mean it With insect ears I listen for A sound of you tonight Yes, I'll be merciless You, you rush in clear and loud Your Cheshire ghost appears I taste the gorgeous tide Oooh, I don't pray anymore Oooh, I take your hand and know The scent of my own skin Oooh, I stand before you now Oooh Oooh, no I don't pray anymore Oooh, I take your hand and know The scent of my own skin The scent of my own skin The scent of my own skin.