Из альбома: Toy Tugboats
"Little boy don't shift your shape"
is what I heard on the judgment day.
"And if you die before you wake,
you better thank the Lord that you died that way,
no shifter gonna make an honest wage."
You don't know how your garden grows do you?
Do you?
"Little boy don't fill your head
with the words on the pages of the books you've read.
They're even farther than the tips of my toes,
all curled up in the space below
the ability to tell what you parted from."
You don't know how your garden grows do you?
You don't know what your garden grows do you?
Do you?
(I'm about ready to sing it now.)
"Little boy you better understand,
you gonna make your maker from the palm of your hand."
I said, "is that why the devil split woman from man?"
"Just close your eyes,
think as hard as you can,
and get stuck on the edge of the promised land."
You don't know how your garden grows do you?
You don't know what your garden grows do you?
You don't know why your garden grows do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you?