If you could identify for me
The things that seem to be
Only touched by the man
Workin' with busy hands
Identify for me
And I'll be happy to be
The one who truly serves
With the love deserved
If you did look me in the eyes
Where all the hunger lies
I'm afraid I'd scare away
Things just want to play
So I'm banished to the hall
Where all the cold crete walls
Echo my thoughts
And stir the scary plot
So hand yourself over to me
And I'd accept so gracefully
If you're in need of busy hands
The offer ceases to stand
But if it's comin' out your ears
Everytime you swallow your fears
And you've shook out all your shake
You know whose hand to take