Tekstovi: Stuart Davis. Bright Apocalypse. Garden.

When will it end?
This looking for food
I scavenge the ground
and eat rotten fruit
that falls outside Your walls

When will I simply love You
and move into the garden?

What I refuse
You will use to surround me
I spit out Your seeds
and You grow all around me
even my poison flowers in You

When will I simply love you
and move into the garden?

When will it end?
You keep looking for food
I should be shrinking
to fit in Your palm
I should be rising
up to your lips
lucky for me
You scavenge the ground
and eat rotten fruit