VERSE 2 If your hands weren't there, like I saw in my dreams and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared, the what else, then what else could I be? CHORUS 1 and VERSE 3 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... VERSE 4 If you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine and the windows, the willows, the pillows, (guitaretab.com)