My possession is locked, kept under lock and key I'm still hangin' with the flowers and my picture I can see My perception is a strange distortion in my bread And I'm drawing funny measures of your garden's tallest tree It's a feeling, not what's written in detail My invention was creation of my bells ♪ We have stories of some heroes in the past Conversation disappeared to the stars It's a feeling of what's written in the air Your invention was creation of myself Alright ♪ We're always dreaming of some different form of life I feel hands that touch my mind and it's alright It's believing in the things that you've been told Your invention was creation of today Today ♪ Invisible hands, invisible hands Invisible hands, invisible hands