Skin On Mine
Alex Wilson
Description
"Skin On Mine" is a soulful Americana ballad about finding solace and redemption in the intimate connection between two people who have weathered life's storms. With evocative imagery of rural landscapes, shared burdens, and physical touch, the song explores themes of healing, forgiveness, and the sacred space created within a loving relationship. Alex Wilson's raw, emotive vocals are complemented by a blend of acoustic instruments and subtle electric guitar textures, creating a deeply moving and intimate listening experience.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Worn boots on the porch, dust on the vine, Your shadow’s my shelter in this heart of mine. Every wound I carry, you trace with care, Findin’ redemption in the weight we share. Pre-Chorus Your touch maps secrets on my scars, Soft confession under midnight stars, I learn salvation in your arms. Chorus A whisper in the dark, a brush on the spine, The only prayers I believe in tonight are your skin on mine. No angels needed, no preacher’s sign — Just your hands reading verses down my broken lines. Post-Chorus Heat lingers where your breath once played, Every ache and longing unafraid, I find my home in the debt we’ve paid. Verse 2 Old truck radio hums a lonesome tune, Moonlight paints us in a silver cocoon. Your eyes hold forgiveness for the roads I’ve roamed, In your arms, I’m more than the miles I’ve known. Pre-Chorus Your touch maps secrets on my scars, Soft confession under midnight stars, I learn salvation in your arms. Chorus A whisper in the dark, a brush on the spine, The only prayers I believe in tonight are your skin on mine. No angels needed, no preacher’s sign — Just your hands reading verses down my broken lines. Bridge We’ve burned through sins, we’ve paid the cost, Found our heaven in the love we’ve lost. No church could hold what we’ve designed, Just two souls tangled, your skin on mine. These tattered hearts beat as one now, you see Every stumble, every fall, brought you to me Chorus A whisper in the dark, a brush on the spine, The only prayers I believe in tonight are your skin on mine. No angels needed, no preacher’s sign — Just your hands reading verses down my broken lines. Outro Heat lingers where your breath once played, Every ache and longing unafraid. Under these stars, we’ll never resign, I’ll keep on prayin’ with your skin on mine.