More songs by Ruti
Description
Sometimes conversations are like glass - they sparkle and reflect, but if you touch them, you'll cut yourself. Words flow smoothly and correctly over the phone, but on the other end, there are icy fingers frozen in pause. And yet, beneath this fragile facade, there is a living tremor. Where you want to hide, you are drawn to reveal: look, everything is real, everything is raw, down to the bone.
Such a strange balance - to be vulnerable and not break. To let other people's glances pass through your skin, to almost physically feel their presence, and at the same time not be afraid of your transparency. Because under all this outer shell, there is just skin and bones. And if you're lucky, someone will touch not them, but the living.
Director: Freddy Cattaneo
Cinematographer: Cassius Kane
Stylist: Phoebe Butterworth
Lyrics and translation
Original
You're so beautiful, it's unnatural. I just wanna know you're real.
It's so difficult to be vulnerable, but I'll map my heart off the deep.
So meet me there, I won't turn.
Mm.
I wanna see through you.
It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
I'll let you see through me.
I'll let you underneath. It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
You're so terrible on the telephone. Tell me what I wanna hear.
Your hands get so cold when it's personal, holding on to what you feel.
I'll meet you there, I won't turn.
Yeah.
I wanna see through you.
It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
I'll let you see through me.
I'll let you underneath.
It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
Skin and bone, skin and bone.
Skin and bone, skin and bone. Skin and bone, skin and bone.
You're only skin and bone, skin and bone.
I wanna see through you.
It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
I'll let you see through me.
I'll let you underneath. It's only skin and bone, skin and bone.
You're only skin and bone, skin and bone.