Dogs Eyes

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 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