No Past Land Songtext
von Russian Red

If my hands weren′t there, like I saw in the stream
Of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
If they weren't to be found
Then what else 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?


If your hands and my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
To escape from this world
From this no past land

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

If you'd like, keep 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 mouth

If your hands and my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we′d be possibly up
To escape from this world
From this no past land