Skin Of The Night - M83

Like a moth she moves to the red light

Her blood warms and boils there

She skims the sweat like a new milk

And pops the buttons of her wet blouse

Oh, queen of the night

(All of her soft parts call to me)

Well she is deep inside

(She could be mine)

She is haunting me

She digs her nails into her naked chest

Her veins fan out like a road map

She pulls back the skin to show her ribs

That twinkle like shooting stars

Oh, queen of the night

(All of her soft parts call to me)

Well she is deep inside

(She could be mine)

She is haunting me