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 I don't know that feeling
Not a spoon Not dirty dishes Not a knife And I have not been unhappy my whole life
All the lies I've ever told Will come back to me one day If this rain keeps coming It'll 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 You became my wife I was not unhappy my whole life
All the lies I've ever told Will come back to me one day 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 If this rain keeps coming It'll wash the world away