| I was on the sidewalk | 
| And you were in a dream | 
| You said you couldn’t stand it these days | 
| Your sensitivity | 
| The city felt oppressive | 
| The heat and the noise | 
| And even at home you felt every unspoken voice | 
| I don’t know how | 
| But I tell you you’ll be fine | 
| And I set the table, and you pour the wine | 
| You always have been capable | 
| Always have been kind | 
| It isn’t really your fault | 
| Just the tenor of the times | 
| You got a job and lost it | 
| And they never told you why | 
| And you can’t seem to get past it | 
| This ordinary lie | 
| And they’re saying this summer | 
| Is the worst it’s ever been | 
| With the radio on, and they’re talking | 
| Another shooting, floods creeping in the lowlands | 
| And everybody’s shouting | 
| And I just hold your hand | 
| And I say nothing, I say nothing at all | 
| I don’t think my voice matters really after all | 
| I was raised to hear the curlews | 
| I was raised to notice light | 
| And I watch the little swallows | 
| Delicate in their flight | 
| I trail my hand down through the water | 
| Of the familiar riverside | 
| For hours in such silence I lay beside | 
| Terrified, for knowing in my time | 
| For all the parts per million | 
| For unstoppable design | 
| How can you get over knowing all you know? | 
| All the facts and the figures you learned years ago | 
| I moved back to the city | 
| I lost myself in you | 
| Or in some kind of fiction | 
| Or in some kind of truth | 
| I let myself get cynical | 
| I felt cold and bruised | 
| And the facts never changed | 
| And time only moves | 
| And somewhere above the tree line | 
| Silent just like you | 
| The river never froze in | 
| And footsteps break through | 
| And somehow in my heart | 
| Am I supposed to make do | 
| With the fragments of the stars | 
| The blue-white streetlights let through? | 
| All the birds not calling | 
| All the hot winds blow | 
| I took your picture in the sunset | 
| Smiling in the shadow | 
| You and I, we are complicit | 
| You and I were never blind | 
| Now we’re gonna live with it, our open eyes |