Dogs Eyes

Can't see yourself in evolution
The history of our creation
So dogs eyes, smiling
Scare you about dyingI can't shake this superstition
Jesus, give me your permission
And God's eye looks in like a ghost
You don't believe inSomeone had to live this way
And I cannot get rid of it
Soft eyes, hard hands
To shovel the gardenA deep hole, a secret
In order to feed it
The season of calling
End to everyone knowing