Lyrics Two Davids - Conveyor

Two Davids

Two Davids
Two moms, two bibles, maybe
Two wombs, two hearts, two dreams of babies
Two boys are waiting
At worst for things with eyes and wings
To field the fame and flame the fanning of our brains
Two Davids
Two sets of knees to crawl and feel on
Two yokes no wheels on
A ring of absolutes and things with leaves and roots and patience
Two songs to David
Maybe I will call my sons David too
Maybe then i’ll have my Davids two