If my hands weren't there, like I saw in the stream
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
If they weren't to be found, then what else
could I be?
If your hands weren't there, like I saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
the what else, then what else
could I be?
If your hands & my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to escape from this world, from this no past land.
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
If they weren't to be found, then what else
could I be?
If your hands weren't there, like I saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
the what else, then what else
could I be?
If your hands & my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to escape from this world, from this no past land.










