Skin
Saidi Lyrics

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I'm scared
Of the air that we share
I'm scared it's going
To frizzle up my hair

Soft and sweet
And oh, so slowly
We meet

I spend all my time alone
Sitting in my big, glass home
And I want you to be the one
To throw the first stone

'Cause I was made of you
I was created
And painted of you

I was collected by you
Completed
Unseated, and sainted
To you

And I cannot decide
Whose skin is whose

I hear your feet
Marching down the street
To an unsteady beat

I left the gate open
I was hoping you would know
What I was hoping for

'Cause I was made of you
I was created
And painted of you

I was collected by you
Completed
Unseated, and sainted
To you

And I cannot decide
Whose skin is

Overall Meaning

"Saidi's song 'Skin' explores themes of vulnerability, fear, and longing in a relationship. The singer expresses their fear of intimacy, symbolized by the air they share with their partner. They worry that this intimacy will disrupt their self-image and appearance, as indicated by the concern about their hair frizzling up. The fear is rooted in their desire for a deep connection, as they yearn for someone to break their solitude and take the initiative in the relationship, even if it means criticizing or judging them. The lyrics suggest that the singer feels incomplete without their partner, as if they were made, painted, and collected by them. There is a sense of dependency and surrender, as they cannot distinguish between their own identity and that of their partner. The mention of marching feet and an unsteady beat suggests the unpredictability and uncertainty of their emotional journey, while leaving the gate open symbolizes their willingness and hope for their partner to understand and fulfill their desires."

Line by Line Meaning

I'm scared
I feel fearful

Of the air that we share
Of the atmosphere we breathe together

I'm scared it's going
I'm afraid it will

To frizzle up my hair
To mess up my hair

Soft and sweet
Gentle and pleasant

And oh, so slowly
And very gradually

We meet
We encounter each other

I spend all my time alone
I devote my time to being by myself

Sitting in my big, glass home
Sitting in my large, transparent dwelling

And I want you to be the one
And I desire for you to be the person

To throw the first stone
To initiate the criticism or judgment