My voice is jealous of my hands for they feel my words
The words I write the words not spoken
I let it out all at once I dare not speak
I dare not think It´s all so easy
It´s all so sad
Words of love are written well
Words of passion I hold inside
And when I speak you hear my voice
But in the end it´s not my voice
It´s not my words
It is my hands
It is my touch my touch of love
Not words of love
That´s what you feel
Not what you read
Not what you see
It´s what you want