Letras:The Toadies. Best Of: Live From Paradise. Dollskin.

In the middle of a house
In the middle of nowhere
Bodies glide
From room to room

Well, I hate these walls
They speak to me
Hey, skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family

Catch that light, yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
It crawls in and tells them
When their time is up

And when it's over
He takes her hand
And he kisses her cheek
She's a doll, oh yeah she's his spitting image

Where have you gone?
You're still a part of me
Hey, skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family

Catch that light, yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
It crawls in and tells them
When their time is up

When it's over
When it's over
When it's over
Now it's over

Now it's over
Yeah

Catch that light, yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
It crawls in and tells them
When their time is up

When it's over
Where have you gone
You're still a part of me