| When, when you were blind
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| You touched things for their shape
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| Have faith in wordless knowledge
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| Have faith in wordless knowledge
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| Well, I can tell you about the river
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| Or we could just get in
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| The body the rain made of our days before we knew
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| We are swimming in the rivers
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| Of the rains of our days before we knew
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| And it’s hard to explain
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| What I was doing or thinking before you
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| I guess I was a decent man holding on
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| Following the river from above like a bird
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| With faith in wordless knowledge
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| And the fallen stars they flew to
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| And I knew they were sewing something
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| Something well-made made for me and you
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| We are swimming in the rivers
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| Of the rains of our days before we knew
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| And it’s hard to explain
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| What I was doing or thinking before you
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| The city was a fist, I lived on its wrist
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| And I took myself a good long look around
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| And the river grew higher and wider
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| Deeper and darker as I was closing in
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| And it led me to you which led me to say, «Let's get *in*»
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| We got in the river and it broked us
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| Made us think of sex between us
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| At a time in our lives old before we knew
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| We were swimming in the rivers
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| Of the rains of our days before we knew
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| And it’s hard to explain
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| What I was doing or thinking before you
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| And that beautiful thing you said lying in bed
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| About all the things I could think of at the end of the day
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| But of all the places my mind could go
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| It always comes loping back to you
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| We are swimming in the rivers
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| Of the rains of our days before we knew
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| So meet me in the ocean and we’ll ride the waves
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| From the rivers to the ocean
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| Each wave a lunging panther
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| Sharp-eyed and true
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| We are swimming in the rivers
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| Of the rains of our days before we knew
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| And it’s hard to explain
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| What I was doing or thinking before you
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| Have faith in wordless knowledge
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| Have faith in wordless knowledge |