Hurt makes sense
Guess I'm old enough to start to know
The way the water moves
Meets the eddy, learns to slow

Am I breathing bad
Little sunfish bleeding through
Do you see my hands
The way they're shaking little shadows in the ferns
Are you coming back
Probably different, think of all the flies they're floating on a river
Running through the night
Are these moments acted out already?

And in those odd ordered bones
You got a new body holed up in your heart

And in the rattle of things I've known
It's all dust in the floodlights
I am river water
Slipping through your arms

I am river water
Slipping through your arms

And there's nothing wrong with the way you're built
Nothing wrong with what you're doing
I can be your comfort sometimes
You listen to me, I listen to you
A couple palm trees brace against the wind
A couple thrushes on a roof in Michigan
Talking back and forth

My mother calls me about a storm that she's watching
The sky's so green you could've sworn it was a movie

I tell her mom I guess I'm hurting
I know you're hurting too
I wish that I had called and
I wish, wish I knew

That I am not the center
Got so much to figure out
She said just commit to moving
Commit to living with your doubts