I build myself a small cocoon To stop my heart from craving you Of sandalwood and vetivert Of silkworm spit and mother's hair The inside made of rosemary The kind that won't bend easily Or break beneath his bane of trust Or turn that awful shade of rust These days, when you wear my skin I feel somehow overdressed ♪ I cut my teeth when I broke out Spread my wings to flee the doubt The dust lay silent in the air But I have all my back to bare These days, when you wear my skin ♪ I feel somehow overdressed These days, when you wear my skin I feel somehow overdressed ♪ I build myself, I build myself ♪ I build myself, I build myself I build myself, I build myself I build myself, I build myself I build myself, I build myself I build myself