according to Wye Oak: (and the song is called Dogs Eyes btw, it's plural)
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 hit me with this wish, and i cannot get rid of it: soft eyes, hard hands, a shovel, a garden, a deep hole, a secret, and water to feed it. a season of growing, and soon, everyone knowing.
according to Wye Oak: (and the song is called Dogs Eyes btw, it's plural)
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 hit me with this wish, and i cannot get rid of it: soft eyes, hard hands, a shovel, a garden, a deep hole, a secret, and water to feed it. a season of growing, and soon, everyone knowing.