The hand is a hammer The fingers the nails The body the boat That's about to set sail The waters the world The people afloat The hand is a hammer The body the boat The hand is a house Is a home to a touch The body the city The traffic, the rush The thoughts that travel The blood that's aroused The body's the city The hand is the house The hand is a hook The wrist is the rope The body the cliff The shoulder the slope The mountain the moment That you and I took The wrist is the rope The hand is the hook The hand is the hook On which we are hanging The body the weight That's swinging and dangling The height it is frightening The view is amazing The depth it is dreadful And yet we keep gazing And yet we keep rising Until it's too late The hand is the hook The body the weight