When I was made
The good lord rubbed my face to give it shape
He formed a callus
That's how my face was made
Oh sweet...
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think...
like you
When I was made
The good lord filled my veins up with silt
From the river
That's why my blood runs cold
He says I'm sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think...
like you
When I was made
The good lord stretched my skin across a frame
Like canvas
That's why my sense is numb
He say's I'm sweet
Change me...
Take my colour and leave me grey
There are too many moths around
When I shine