| Song | Soul and Skin |
| Artist | The Clarks |
| Album | Restless Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I just read your letter | |
| That bled from your pen | |
| Lest I forget | |
| I’ve been let go | |
| I’m a long gone player | |
| In this theatre of the absurd | |
| We sang the score and kept the sour notes | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| If you get this message | |
| I figured it out | |
| You locked the door but won’t let it close | |
| Just tossed your letter | |
| In a ball on the floor | |
| Next to the pissed in cat box on the dirty oak | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You twist heel in the ground | |
| To push me further down | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin |
| I just read your letter | |
| That bled from your pen | |
| Lest I forget | |
| I ve been let go | |
| I m a long gone player | |
| In this theatre of the absurd | |
| We sang the score and kept the sour notes | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| If you get this message | |
| I figured it out | |
| You locked the door but won t let it close | |
| Just tossed your letter | |
| In a ball on the floor | |
| Next to the pissed in cat box on the dirty oak | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You twist heel in the ground | |
| To push me further down | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin |
| I just read your letter | |
| That bled from your pen | |
| Lest I forget | |
| I ve been let go | |
| I m a long gone player | |
| In this theatre of the absurd | |
| We sang the score and kept the sour notes | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| If you get this message | |
| I figured it out | |
| You locked the door but won t let it close | |
| Just tossed your letter | |
| In a ball on the floor | |
| Next to the pissed in cat box on the dirty oak | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin | |
| It was a kick in the shins | |
| To drag me through it again | |
| You twist heel in the ground | |
| To push me further down | |
| You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin |