Take my hand and fly with me, love,
over the land of flashing lights
that should be far, far above
our heads at this time of night.
Take my hand and sing with me, dear,
under the watery world of the deep.
The stars will fade as we go near
the sand and sunken remains we keep.
Take my hand and draw with me, miss,
here in the bathroom with silver in hand.
We'll say goodnight with a final kiss
and have great love in our dreamland.
Take my hand and hang with me, joy.
You don't have to fear, you don't have to dread,
for never again will we be their toys
when we step off the side of this bed.