I sing of what you see
And might think about because of what you see
Moving hands, mobile faces
Where by the eye
Not the ear traces what’s on the mind
So when you see hands
Weaving the space between friends
Think of them as being
As though you were seeing voices
Speech without sound face to face
Hands unbound weaving the space
Between friends
So think of them as being
As though you were seeing voices
Believe it they ramble on exactly as we would
In talking with someone we know
And even they stumble
On expressions as we would
In talking with anyone
So…
When you see hands
Weaving the space between friends
Think of them as telling
Or asking or spelling out choices
So think of hands as being
As though you are seeing voices
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So when you see hands
Weaving the space between friends
Think of them as being
As though you are seeing voices
Speech without sound face to face
Hands unbound weaving the space
Between friends
So think of them as being
As though you were seeing voices
So think of hands as asking
Or telling, or spelling out choices
Just think of hands as being
As though you were seeing voices
Just think of hands as being
As though you were seeing voices
Voices, voices…
