On Thickening Skin

Oh, it ain't like it used to be,
never like it was.
Each time I come home,
I'm a stranger in love
with your madness.
Disguised as a dove,
you ain't looking for peace
when you're out for blood.
But, each time I come home,
I'm stranger in love.

Ain't like it used to be,
never like it was.
Flame gone to ember's
not the light that it was.
But here in shadows stretching
making our own stuff's
two burned out strangers
differently in love
in light of the light of
this, "never like it was;"

making light of the light of
this, "never like it was."