Wye Oak - Dogs Eyes lyrics
[Wye Oak - Dogs Eyes lyrics]
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 had me live this way
And I cannot get rid of it
Soft eyes, hard hands to shovel the garden
A deep whole, a secret in order to feed it
The season of calling
End to everyone knowing
Soft eyes, hard hands to shovel the garden
A deep hole, a secret in order to feed it
The season of calling
End to everyone knowing