I always talk about the path I want to take But never talk about the past I'd rather talk of a nicer things Like museums, art galleries Than read a thousand diaries out loud It's hard to be a butterfly when you act like a bee Stinging other will just bring you down You're no good without loving you You're no good without loving me So let's take hands Take my hand Take my hand Take my hand So I've got you if you got me We live in the same colony I'll be here when you need me around Distance is a fickle thing In length or in the time machine But there's no length I won't go To lift you up or help you down Take my hand Take my hand Take my hand