bill callahan, from the rivers to the ocean

when
when you were blind,
you touched things
for their shape

have faith in wordless knowledge
have faith in wordless knowledge

well,
i could 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 river 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,
all in all

followin' the river from above
like a bird
with faith in wordless knowledge
and the fallen stars they flew too
and i knew
they were sewing something,
something well made,
made
for me
and you

we are swimming in the river 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, oh, before we knew

we were swimming in the river 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, oh, 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 river 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 lounging panther
sharp-eyed and true

we are swimming in the river 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