Another fight on the street below
They've got things to prove
Shouting threats and sending out a counter glow

All they do is walk, talk, knit socks, wind clocks
And crawl on their bellies like a reptile


I have no idea at all
I hear a sound


We talk of parks and simple places
Sense the thickness of the air
Highly strung like nervous guitars

My fingers make waves in you

We're afraid to call it love

Let's call it swimming