Oh she likes to hide
Underneath the biggest rock she can find
Dig as deep down into the earth as she can
To try and replant her mind...
Could I've done something
Could I have, could I've done something
Could I have, could I've done something
That's what they always say
But it's my problem, you don't understand
I was created by, created by
Don't need to listen, you just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by you
Oh he talks to himself
Tries to sort it out the best he can
But they carry on in front of him
He's just a boy how could he possibly understand it
Could I've done something
Could I have, could I've done something
Could I have, could I've done something
That's what they always say
But it's my problem, you don't understand
I was created by, created by
Don't need to listen, you just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by you
...you don't understand
I was created by, created by
...you just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by you
Don't you cry, mamma's gonna buy you
Don't you cry, mamma's gonna buy you
But it's my problem, you don't understand
I was created by, created by
Don't need to listen, you just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by you
...you don't understand
I was created by, created by
...you just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by youBy Michael Nesmith
She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet.
She speaks in conversations that never are complete.
And looking over past things that she has never done
She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.
She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's over it will start again.
Both the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun.
She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.