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, 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.