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 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 And 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