Beneath the blue Organ Mountains Beneath the sky and the stars Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh In the skin, in the skin where memory begins In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind Freed from the flesh and bone Stretched on a cross of wood Tied to a string and then flown away In the wind, in the wind, in the wind In the skin, in the skin where memory begins In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind In the skin, in the skin where memory begins In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind In the skin, in the skin where memory begins In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind