A Danubian, acoustic, moderato cantabile. HANDS - this morning you forgot all that kept you together / the day knocking at the window is not yours / the things are silent around you / your bed and the table are staring at you saying nothing / the souvenirs hung on the walls exude / fraud, treason / so let me play for you / your soul dies of neglect / and you do not fear the noise / this is what plays / These are Hands / let me play for you...
