Can’t see yourself in evolution, The history of our creation, So dogs’ eyes smiling scare you about dying
I can’t shake this superstition, Jesus give me your permission, And god’s eye looks in like a ghost you don’t believe in
Someone hit me with this wish, And I cannot get rid of it: Soft eyes, hard hands, A shovel, a garden, A deep hole, a secret, And water to feed it A season of growing, And soon, everyone knowing