Proof

looking out at something
looking out on this
doesn't make much sense well I confess
you can pick and choose philosophy
decide who you will bless
oh, I love it when you wear that dress

there must be ways to prove that god exists
find it among the dirt and faults and cracks

you're a walking poem
you're a walking metaphor
you can walk on water through that door
a hummingbird will flap its' wings
just to stay in place
leave the wild horses in the race

there must be ways to prove that love exists
damaged and beaten up a bruised lip kiss

nothing is much better
nothing more than this
a smile on your face is all I wish
so take off your shoes
and take off your dress
leave them on the floor and get in bed

that's all the proof I need that god exists
that's all the proof I need that love exists