| Every day I picture things falling down | |
| Landscapes all tossed around | |
| In cities, I start to drown | |
| But when I stop to push the fear out of me | |
| Come steady my shaking knees | |
| And drag the roots out to sea | |
| And it's hard to be steeped in your gaze | |
| You're always drinking me, I have no place | |
| To be awkward and silent | |
| Spoil your tongue with my silence | |
| My flavor ripens inside this | |
| There is no love without trying | |
| There is no easy way, when I | |
| Crane my neck to kiss your head, I know | |
| That there is something that I can rely on | |
| And when I strain my thoughts to push this thread I sew | |
| It's some kind of future that I can be sure of | |
| Oh, I'm just breathing air | |
| Contracts on everything | |
| Reluctant and measuring | |
| The food that we choose to bring | |
| But I can trace an invisible piece of string | |
| Connects between you and me | |
| Like symbols of property | |
| Oh, when I recognize, cut from a cloth | |
| Always solid and breathing | |
| You and I retract like swans | |
| Always advance and receding | |
| Believe in something worth eating | |
| Shared love is something like feeding | |
| There is no trust without meaning | |
| There is no easy way, when I | |
| Crane my neck to kiss your head, I know | |
| That there is something that I can rely on | |
| And when I strain my thoughts to push this thread I sew | |
| It's some kind of future that I can be sure of | |
| And I wonder why there is no choice in the things that we hear | |
| We hear our lives inside these sounds | |
| There's nothing good on the radio | |
| There's never anything good on | |
| There's never anything good on | |
| There's nothing good on the radio | |
| There's never anything, so I stop to sing | |
| And these things come rushing from behind | |
| Life is changing so fast, and there's nothing I can do to stop it | |
| But when I crane my neck to kiss your head, I know | |
| That there is something that I can rely on | |
| And when I strain my thoughts to push this thread I sew | |
| It's some kind of future that I can be sure of | |
| Because I love you, because I love you | |
| Because I love you, because I love you |