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.
Writer(s): MICHAEL JACKSON
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