No One's Good At Love Except For Babies

Love turns to anguish as hurt turns to language The misunderstanding is stitched in the cloth The clothes God gave us, they're toothened to save us There's holes in the pockets where the talents are lost No one's good at love except for babies It's a survival skill you lose with time You might love books or boats or films or football, baby They're all survival skills when children bond There was no garden when I was a child So I learned what was edible from the toxic and wild Now I sow seeds, now I pull weeds, now I pay tithes Though the Lord prefers my brothers No one's good at love except for babies It's a survival skill you lose with time You might love trucks or trees, the moon or music, maybe They're all survival skills when children bond No one's any good at love except for babies