My skin sings a joyous songMy mind quiets after working so long I can hear the lash cutting through airI can feel everything I feel so bare The gift it gives me most don't understandThe blessed silence beneath your hand My mind is usually so full of soundThat it's hard for me to feel like my feet are on the ground Every time the leather makes my skin singMy mind quiets further and I grasp onto that and cling It's so nice...