At your table I am fed within though I go days without food But to your
fables I am dead again, though I know that they are true Of all the flowers
in your mothers eyes, I have only seed In your presence there is fulness,
though I feel that there's a hole Cause in my spirit there is dissonance and
there is numbness in my soul Of all the flowers in my mothers eyes, I have
only seed Who in my religion needs communion? I do Unto you only I have
always sinned from Golgotha to the stars Among your children I have often
failed It's a wonder I've come this far Of all the flowers in my mothers
eyes, I have only seed Can it be enough? Or am I needing more