I took my shirt off in the yard. No-one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden. Now it's not and my shirt's back on, I forgot my songs, The glow is gone, My gliding body stopped. I could not get through September without a battle. I face death, I went in with my arms swinging; But I heard my own breath, And had to face that i'm still living. I'm still flesh, I hold onto awful feelings. I'm not dead, There's no end, My face is red. My blood flows harshly, My heart beats loudly, My chest still draws breath... I hold it, I'm buoyant. There's no end.