Now you wear your skin like iron

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding

Human's can't live in the present as animals do; they just live in the present. But human's are always thinking about the future or the past.

Now you wear your skin like iron

I'd like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

I don’t envision a long life for myself. Like, I think my life will run out before my work does, y’know? I’ve designed it that way.