Had I known there were hawks in my garden
Would I too have been chased by a gull?
Over the house, a nest
As real as a church by the water
As real as a horse by a roadside
In our own time we came to be
Like a coastline born from the sea
I don't know what I'll get for asking
I never could've asked enough
A hundred and fifty miles further than I should've walked
In shoes I wore
On lambs lane
Turning soil over on itself make a new bed again
I saw the lake from above, and at once, and at once it was love
Love that kept me from ever noticing before
How it got larger as I got further away