Went to the stars, found a nice one
Reminded me of the way you look at me
If there's a joke in this sentence, it isn't apparent yet
But i know that my hand is clearly invisible

You always said that there would be one hand left to choose
I don't know what you meant, but I know it's up to me to believe

I have two hands, that isn't that clear though
I can see one clearly, the other one, not so much
It is hidden by the microphone that I put there moments ago
You won't know, you won't know, because you're not here

Where did you go, so far away from me
Why did you go so far away, you see
You see you can't see my hand from where I stand
Cause I'm sitting on a bench that reminds me of the stars