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