This song, like much of the album Civilian, faces questions on the validity of religion and its place in the writer’s life.
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