When I was madeThe good Lord rubbed my faceTo give it
ShapeHe formed a callousThats how my face was
MadeOh sweet Change meTeach me to think
Like they doTeach me to thinkLike youWhen I was madeThe good Lord filled my veinsUp
With siltFrom the riverThat's how my blood runs
ColdYou're sweetChange meTeach me
To think like they doTeach me to thinkLike YouWhen I was madeThe good Lord strechedMy skin
Across a frameLike canvasThat's how my sense is
NumbHe says I'm sweetChange meChange my colourLeave me greyThere are too many
Moths around When I shine