First time that I saw her she had white doves in her eyes. She spoke to me but I could not reply not reply. She was a stranger I had known for years. She brought to me so many smiles and tears smiles and tears. The two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. ("Time"). Time it slowly drips into the past into the past. And finds a home where all echoes rest where echoes rest ("With a cold rest"). She softly kissed my mind my mind and whispered what will we do with time do. with time. The two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Am I the man I choose to be choose to be. Or just the man I used to be used to be. Am I the man I want to be I want to be. this question it keeps haunting me haunting me. The two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer. Together like the two hands of a prayer.