I'm a little older now

There's scars and there are frowns

There's memories in the dust

The skin that I live in is cool and paper thin

It's got a swan song to sing

I've blushed and I have bruised

Felt the passing of youth

I've bled and I have healed

Held babes in my arms

Counted lovers, counted scars

The prayers when I had you

Cause I have my time

It dances in the skin when I smile

And for the years that pass me by

My body's an old good friend of mine

And when the nerves are warmed

In tiny hairs and rows

In cells that call my name

I feel those echoes out

And you are in the scars under my shirt again

Cause I have my time

It dances in the skin when I smile

And for the years that pass me by

My body's an old good friend of mine

My body's an old good friend of mine