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.