What We Know

Walking is a series of falling down

And getting right back up again

I fell down pretty hard that afternoon

That you walked into my head

I was so full of butterflies

Girl, you were full of charm

It took a lot of walking side by side

Before we were arm in arm

You fell down from the clouds above

As the days turned into weeks

My arm found its way on your shoulder

My nose was rubbed against your cheek

We walk upstairs

Down comes your hair from its knot above

And those butterflies butter-flied away

And what was left you once called love

Hello, Mary

It's me, it's me

Give me a break

Who else could I be?

Come down

To the same ground

Make the same sounds

Make the same rounds with me

You know that I haven't changed that much

You know that I still have that same touch

That makes you and makes me

So happy, Mary

And I know that you know me best

And you know that I know you

Better than the rest

And we know what we know

I guess I'm walking if I'm falling down

Was never good at standing still

You always liked to move all around

Water through a fish's gill

I thought that you and I

Would forever always be

But when I tripped you could've broken my fall

But instead I scraped my knee

And we know what we know

And we know what we know, don't we?