Conveyor - Two Davids Lyrics
Two Davids,Two moms, two bibles, maybeTwo wombs, two hearts, two dreams of babiesTwo boys are waitingAt worst for things with eyes and wingsTo field the fame and flame the fanning of our brainsTwo DavidsTwo sets of knees to crawl and feel onTwo yokes no wheels onA ring of absolutes and things with leaves and roots and patienceTwo songs to DavidMaybe I will call my sons David tooMaybe then i'll have my Davids two