Here’s my hand, for the taking.

Shelter my fingers in yours, and walk with me by the sea;

under my skin I’m screaming.

Here’s my page, just for the looking.

Shelter your eyes from the noise and stop a minute;

under my lens I’m free.

Here’s my world, all for the sharing.

Ask me and I’ll explain, so sweetly I’ll make you smile;

under my joking I’m searching.

Here’s all that there is, and forever has been.

light and sound for the keeping.

Gladly I’d change my ways;

under these covers I’m still.