Jesus Christ, eat your apple
It's raining cats and dogs
If Happy-Go-Lucky can dance with a girl 
And then Cain killed his Abel in fog

And I'm in denial of one or two things
And three or four besides
And I'll suffer you if you look in my eye 
Like the moon has its turn on the tides, on the tides

She sits on the front of the bus like a teacup
Glistening glass with her gaze
And I'm right behind watching her with my knees up 
And stretching the time with my ways

I like the rivers in cities
They've always been there, you see,
I like the feeling of falling through time 
And that's what the rivers can be, to me

I never knew you an instant
But I knew you the instant I saw
That the river went by and you cast it your eye 
And we weren't on the bus anymore

I hate the feelings of guilt that I get 
When I'm alone or in crowds
Then I'm with friends and it's fine once again 
And it's not such a sin to be proud, oh not, just move on