No Past Land (Rare Version, incluida En La B.S.O. de 'Men Hunters')

If my hands weren't there
Like I saw in the stream
Of the drawings we made
On the full colour screen
If they weren't to be found
Then where 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?

Your hands and my hands
Struggle together round
If they were to make friends
Would it possibly end?
Escape from this world for me
No past found

If I looked in the windows
While walking past through
If I stared at the willows
With my seven black truths
If my eyes were to see
What belongs to you, my hands

If you'd like it
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 hands

Your hands and my hands
Struggle together round
If they were to make friends
Would it possibly end?
Escape from this world for me
No past found