Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Matthew, artist - The Monkees. Date of issue: 28.09.2008
Song language: English
St. Matthew |
| 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 |