Her skin is like velvet
Her face cut from stone
Her eyes when she’s smiling
Will never reach home
But hear how she sings

Her touch would be tender
Her lips would be warm
But when we’re together
I’m always alone
But hear how she sings

Her skin is like velvet…
So I went to her home
Her place, like a palace
With things you can’t own
Her skin is like velvet
And hear how she sings

Words & Music: Pål Waaktaar-Savoy/Lauren Waaktaar-Savoy
Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals: Pål Waaktaar-Savoy
Rythm Guitar, Vocals: Lauren Waaktaar-Savoy
Drums: Frode Unneland
Mixing: Simon Vinestock
Mastering: George Marino
Girl Voice: Simone Larsen

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