
作词 : Sidney Fine
作曲 : Sidney Fine
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'll ramble on exactly as we would
And 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 were seeing voices
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
So think of hands as asking
Or telling or spelling out choices
Just think of hands as being (Aaaaaaaah)
As though you were seeing voices (Aaaaaaaah)
Just think of hands as being
As though you were seeing...
Voices