Two Hands

Oh, they're touching They're touching each other, they're feeling They push and move And love each other, love each other They fit together like two hands, two hands I am a face In the painting on the wall I pose and shudder And watch from the foot of the bed Sometimes I think I can feel everything The wind is blowing My hair in their direction The wind is bending my hair There are no windows in the painting No open windows, no open windows, no They're touching They're touching each other They push and move And they love each other, they love each other They fit together like two hands, two hands Two hands, two hands --- Two Hands - King Crimson