The Absurd Amount of Dishes

I came to see bout dinner
I came to see bout love
I met all saints and sinners
I chanted songs from up above

I wasn't planned nor ready
but they handed me fortune and fame
The absurd amount of dishes 
he served me when I came
they were not made to fit me
but I said I liked them all
I think he believed me

Grew up, took love for granted
learned colours and shapes instead
and that the ocean wasn't planted
not the blue, the dead or the red

And I swore when I saw the difference 
of love and to hold and be held

to not stop praying, praying
the state we're in, we're in
  
But I think he believes in me