If my hands weren't there
like I saw in the stream
of the drawings been made
on a full color 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
then what else
then what else could I be
If your hands and 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
If I looked in the windows while
walking pass through
if I stared at the willows
with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see
what belongs to your mind
If you'd like keep perceiving
what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through
the glass of my wine
on the willows the windows the
pillows
and your mouth
If your hands and 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