This is not a chair
That is not a table
This is not a cup
That is not a kettle
It is not raining
My shoe is not untied
I have not been unhappy my whole life.

This is not a wall
That is not a ceiling
This is not a scrape
And I don’t know that feeling
Not a spoon           
Not dirty dishes, check not a knife   
I have not been unhappy my whole life.

All the lies I’ve ever told will come back to me one day
But if this rain keeps coming we can wash the world away.

This is not your hand.
That is not my rib.
This is not your farewell kiss
And those are not your lips.
I became a writer
And you became my wife
And I was not unhappy my whole life.

All the lies I’ve ever told will come back to me one day
But if this rain keeps coming we can wash the world away.
All the lies I’ve ever told will come back to me one day
But if this rain keeps coming it’ll wash the world away.
If it keeps coming it’ll wash the world away.
If it keeps coming it’ll wash the world away.

This song contains material from Nicole Krauss’ “History Of Love,” used with permission.