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